God, you are my strength and my exceeding great reward
My soul thirst for you in a dry and thirsty land
My lips shall praise You and I will bless You
My lips are like the pen of a steady writer
By strength, I can’t prevail but your joy alone saves me
God you are my strength and I will forever praise You
A horse is a vain thing for safety and a king’s army cannot save him
My maker, my King, My peace
Let your hands be upon me
Your mercy oh Lord I seek, your favour I cannot hide from
I embrace You and I worship You
I accept your love and I’m overwhelmed by it
Thank you
Why are you cast down oh my soul?
Why are you disquieted within me?
Hope though in God for I shall yet praise Him, the Help of my countenance and my God.
Pulchae