Royal Thanksgiving for Victory

¹ I love you, O Lord, my strength.

² The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer,

    my God, my rock in whom I take refuge,

    my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.

³ I call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised,

 

²⁰ The Lord rewarded me according to my righteousness;

    according to the cleanness of my hands he recompensed me.

²¹ For I have kept the ways of the Lord,

    and have not wickedly departed from my God.

²² For all his ordinances were before me,

    and his statutes I did not put away from me.

²³ I was blameless before him,

    and I kept myself from guilt.

²⁴ Therefore the Lord has recompensed me according to my righteousness,

    according to the cleanness of my hands in his sight.

 

²⁵ With the loyal you show yourself loyal;

    with the blameless you show yourself blameless;

²⁶ with the pure you show yourself pure;

    and with the crooked you show yourself perverse.

²⁷ For you deliver a humble people,

    but the haughty eyes you bring down.

²⁸ It is you who light my lamp;

    the Lord, my God, lights up my darkness.

²⁹ By you I can crush a troop,

    and by my God I can leap over a wall.

³⁰ This God—his way is perfect;

    the promise of the Lord proves true;

    he is a shield for all who take refuge in him.

 

³¹ For who is God except the Lord?

    And who is a rock besides our God?—

³² the God who girded me with strength,

How Great Thou Art

 

O Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder

Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made

I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder

Thy power throughout the universe displayed

 

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee

How great Thou art, how great Thou art

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee

How great Thou art, how great Thou art

 

And when I think of God, His Son not sparing

Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in

That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing

He bled and died to take away my sin

 

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee

How great Thou art, how great Thou art

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee

How great Thou art, how great Thou art

 

When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation

And lead me home, what joy shall fill my heart

Then I shall bow with humble adoration

And then proclaim, my God, how great Thou art

 

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee

How great Thou art, how great Thou art

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee

How great Thou art, how great Thou art

 

Author: Carl G. Boberg, 1859-1940

Translator and Adapter: Stuart K. Hine, 1899-1989

Tune: O STORE GUD

Adapter: Stuart K. Hine

 

Let us pray:

Dear God, how great you are! Thank you for today, and the hope for tomorrow. We pray this in Jesus’ name. Amen.