Oh, Come and Bless the Lord with Me! (Psalm 34:1-10)

I praise the Lord, and join creation’s song,
Through rain or drought, I praise Him all day long,
In every time and way and place and throng;
Oh, come and bless the Lord with me!

To show myself exalts but dirty rags,
Let Jesus be the reason that I brag,
I boast of God, all other boasting lack;
Oh, come and bless the Lord with me!

I sought the Lord, and He has come to me,
When all around but terrors did I see,
I see Him, and I melt in ecstasy;
Oh, come and bless the Lord with me!

I cried to God, a poor and humbled man,
He plucked me from my torturer’s dread hand,
His angel armies all around me stand;
Oh, come and bless the Lord with me!

Come, taste and see the goodness God extends,
From foes and want, God all His sons defends,
Though lions starve, yet we are still content;
Oh, come and bless the Lord with me!

Worship! (Psalm 33:1-8)

Sing out, all you Jehovah’s saints,
You righteous in His blood,
Let praises be your normal state,
And fit you as a glove.

Play skillfully upon the harp,
Your worship deftly made,
And glorify Him with your art,
God smiles when we play.

Sing to the Lord, a song that’s new,
And ancient praises clasped,
Perfection of each song pursue,
With gusto – trumpet blasts!

Because the word of God is right,
And faithful all the time.
So you may hold His promise tight,
And trust His way divine.

And God adores the justice served,
When wicked men are judged.
His mercy covers all the earth,
And He has made us just.

And when He speaks the heaven’s dawned,
And stars burst into flame,
And from His breath the planets spawned,
And countless wonders came.

The welling oceans He has stored,
With polar ice and wind,
He watches us, a loving Lord,
Oh, stand in awe of Him!

Sing! (Psalm 32:7-11)

Oh, I will sing unto the Lord,
The worthy Lamb to break the scroll,
The righteous shine out like the sun.
Spring up, oh well, with in my soul!
My mouth will now show forth His praise,
Let my soul magnify the Lord,
Who stretches out His hand to heal,
For He has lifted up my horn.

Let me instruct you in His ways,
The guiding God of everything:
Be supple to His guiding hand,
And of His saving graces sing!
Remember God’s deliverance.
Surround yourself with songs of praise.
He holds you in His hiding place,
And guides you ever in His ways.

If you don’t follow, He will goad,
As bit and bridle on a mule,
His discipline and yoke are such,
To bring you back under His rule.
How pleasant then to hear His voice,
And answer gladly when He speaks,
From rebels turning now to trust,
We praise with passion, joy complete!