A Psalm for the Sunday After Ascension

"Ascension at Malahide" by Robert Shaw

Below is my responsive version of Psalm 68 which we used in an adapted form for our pre-recorded service for the Sunday after Ascension and Aldersgate Sunday, available on South & Central Belfast Methodist's YouTube Channel.

Sing songs to God,
sing praise to his name:
Lift up a song to the one who rides upon the clouds!
Let those made right with God be glad,
Let them rejoice before their Lord:
Lift up a song to the one who rides upon the clouds!

His name is the Great I AM,
Let us rejoice before him:
Lift up a song to the one who rides upon the clouds!

Father to the fatherless, defender of widows,
is God whose home is on high:
Lift up a song to the one who rides upon the clouds!

He creates homes for the homeless
And places the lonely in a loving family:
Lift up a song to the one who rides upon the clouds!

He leads prisoners to freedom, singing for joy;
but leaves rebels to rot in the heat of the sun:

Lift up a song to the one who rides upon the clouds!

Sing to God, all you nations of the earth,
sing praise to the Great I AM,
Lift up a song to the one who rides upon the clouds!

Proclaim the power of God,
who thunders with mighty voice.
Lift up a song to the one who rides upon the clouds!

Praise be to God!

Amen

Adapted from Psalms 68:3-6, 32-35

Selah

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