The LORD Will Reign Forever
G. Campbell Morgan: In contrast with the vanishing life of princes and sons of men, the LORD reigns for ever, and is the God of Zion to all generations.
Psalm 146
Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord, O my soul!
I will praise the Lord as long as I live;
I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.
Put not your trust in princes,
in a son of man, in whom there is no salvation.
When his breath departs, he returns to the earth;
on that very day his plans perish.
Blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob,
whose hope is in the Lord his God,
who made heaven and earth,
the sea, and all that is in them,
who keeps faith forever;
who executes justice for the oppressed,
who gives food to the hungry.
The Lord sets the prisoners free;
the Lord opens the eyes of the blind.
The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down;
the Lord loves the righteous.
The Lord watches over the sojourners;
he upholds the widow and the fatherless,
but the way of the wicked he brings to ruin.
The Lord will reign forever,
your God, O Zion, to all generations.
Praise the Lord!
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Isaac Watts, I’ll Praise My Maker While I’ve Breath
I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath;
and when my voice is lost in death, praise shall employ my nobler powers.
My days of praise shall ne’er be past
while life and thought and being last, or immortality endures.
Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust; Vain is the help of flesh and blood:
Their breath departs, their pomp and power, And thoughts all vanish in an hour,
Nor can they make their promise good.
How happy they whose hopes rely on Israel’s God, who made the sky
and earth and seas with all their train;
whose truth forever stands secure, who saves the oppressed and feeds the poor,
and none shall find God’s promise vain.
The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;
the Lord supports the fainting mind and sends the laboring conscience peace.
God helps the stranger in distress,
the widowed and the parentless, and grants the prisoner sweet release.
I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath;
and when my voice is lost in death, praise shall employ my nobler powers.
My days of praise shall ne’er be past
while life and thought and being last, or immortality endures.
