Your love, God, is my song, and I’ll sing it! I’m forever telling everyone how faithful you are.
I’ll never quit telling the story of your love—
how you built the cosmos
and guaranteed everything in it.
Your love has always been our lives’ foundation,
your fidelity has been the roof over our world.
You once said, “I joined forces with my chosen leader,
I pledged my word to my servant, David, saying,
‘Everyone descending from you is guaranteed life;
I’ll make your rule as solid and lasting as rock.’”
God! Let the cosmos praise your wonderful ways,
the choir of holy angels sing anthems to your faithful ways!
Search high and low, scan skies and land,
you’ll find nothing and no one quite like God.
The holy angels are in awe before him;
he looms immense and august over everyone around him.
God-of-the-Angel-Armies, who is like you,
powerful and faithful from every angle?
You put the arrogant ocean in its place
and calm its waves when they turn unruly.
You gave that old hag Egypt the back of your hand,
you brushed off your enemies with a flick of your wrist.
You own the cosmos—you made everything in it,
everything from atom to archangel.
You positioned the North and South Poles;
the mountains Tabor and Hermon sing duets to you.
With your well-muscled arm and your grip of steel—
nobody trifles with you!
The Right and Justice are the roots of your rule;
Love and Truth are its fruits.
Blessed are the people who know the passwords of praise,
who shout on parade in the bright presence of God.
Delighted, they dance all day long; they know
who you are, what you do—they can’t keep it quiet!
Your vibrant beauty has gotten inside us—
you’ve been so good to us! We’re walking on air!
All we are and have we owe to God,
Holy God of Israel, our King!
How awesome is your handiwork,
How magnificent is all your creation.
You make water to gush from the gulleys and wadis,
You form a lake to make your people glad.
The Lake glistens in the sun as praise to its maker,
The water refreshes and revives body, mind and spirit.
Truly my voice rises within me in praise,
My heart exults in thanksgiving.
The Golan stand sentinel over the lake,
The hills bear witness to the events of the ages:
Of carpenters and fisherfolk,
Of rabbis, priests and imams.
The stones speak out of misunderstandings and injustices,
Of dispossession and bloodshed.
We bring before you the various peoples of this holy land,
Praying that you will bless the work for reconciliation and peace.
May this be a society where tolerance, understanding and justice are valued and practised
among all the faith communities.
Uphold and encourage especially, we pray, the Church in Israel & Palestine, the living stones,
as they seek to live out the values of Christ in an ever more complex society .