Palm Sunday Psalm

I was responsible for the Radio Ulster studio service for Palm Sunday this morning. You can listen to it via the link if you so desire. This is the psalm I included in it:

You are my God, and I will praise you

For your love lasts forever!

Pushed to our limits we cried to the Lord,

and he responded by setting us free.

The Lord walks with us;

So we have nothing and no-one to fear.

He is always at our side,

So we will triumph over our enemies.

It is better to seek support from the Lord than to trust in others who will let us down.

It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in politicians and people in places of power.

All our strength we owe to the LORD. He is the source of our singing;

He is our salvation.
Songs of joy and shouts of victory fill the homes and hearts of the people he has redeemed:

Hosanna! We are saved!
The LORD's strong hand has reached down to rescue us!

Let us sing of all that He has done.
We have come into his presence, into his holy house

Let us give thanks to the LORD!

You answered our prayers, you met all our needs

You are our salvation.
What was rejected has been redeemed

The ignored has been exalted.

The LORD has done this,

and it is amazing to behold.
This is the day the LORD has made,

so let us rejoice and celebrate all day long.
From the house of the LORD we bless his name.
Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the LORD.
Hosanna! We are saved!
With branches and banners we join in the holy procession

right up to the steps of his throne.

Let us give thanks to the LORD!

You are my God, and I will praise you

For your love lasts forever!

From Psalm 118

Selah

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