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Psalm for Sunday

This ( I think) is based on the Psalm for this Sunday's lectionary readings... We're not using it in South Belfast Methodist this morning, but if you are going to be with me at the Ulster Hospital we will be using it there as a call to worship:

Praise the Lord.
Blessed are those who fear the Lord;
Those who delight in his commands.
Their children will be powerful in the land;
the offspring of the righteous will be blessed.
Wealth and wellbeing come from his hand,
and his righteousness will endure eternally.
Even in darkness the righteous walk by the light;
Dawn will rise on the gracious and compassionate.
Good will return to those who are generous and share freely,
Those who conduct their business fairly.
Surely the righteous will stand unshaken;
Their name will be remembered for ever.
They will not fear bad news;
Their hearts are without anxiety, trusting in the Lord.
Their hearts are free from fear,
for they will triumph over their foes.
The wicked will see their plans come to nothing,
They will waste away and their desires will be frustrated.
The Lord will bring blessing to the poor,
and his righteousness will endure eternally.
and his throne will be exalted.
Praise the Lord.
From Psalm 112

Selah
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