1My head is high, God, held high;2I'm looking to you, God; No hangdog skulking for me.3I've thrown in my lot with you; You won't embarrass me, will you? Or let my enemies get the best of me? Don't embarrass any of us Who went out on a limb for you. It's the traitors who should be humiliated.4Show me how you work, God; School me in your ways.5Take me by the hand; Lead me down the path of truth. You are my Savior, aren't you?6Mark the milestones of your mercy and love, God; Rebuild the ancient landmarks!7Forget that I sowed wild oats; Mark me with your sign of love. Plan only the best for me, God!8God is fair and just; He corrects the misdirected, Sends them in the right direction.9He gives the rejects his hand, And leads them step-by-step.10From now on every road you travel Will take you to God. Follow the Covenant signs; Read the charted directions.11Keep up your reputation, God; Forgive my bad life; It's been a very bad life.12My question: What are God-worshipers like? Your answer: Arrows aimed at God's bull's-eye.13They settle down in a promising place; Their kids inherit a prosperous farm.14God-friendship is for God-worshipers; They are the ones he confides in.15If I keep my eyes on God, I won't trip over my own feet.16Look at me and help me! I'm all alone and in big trouble.17My heart and kidneys are fighting each other; Call a truce to this civil war.18Take a hard look at my life of hard labor, Then lift this ton of sin.19Do you see how many people Have it in for me? How viciously they hate me?20Keep watch over me and keep me out of trouble; Don't let me down when I run to you.21Use all your skill to put me together; I wait to see your finished product.22God, give your people a break From this run of bad luck.
1Bravo, God, bravo! Gods and all angels shout, "Encore!"2In awe before the glory, in awe before God's visible power. Stand at attention! Dress your best to honor him!3God thunders across the waters, Brilliant, his voice and his face, streaming brightness - God, across the flood waters.4God's thunder tympanic, God's thunder symphonic.5God's thunder smashes cedars, God topples the northern cedars.6The mountain ranges skip like spring colts, The high ridges jump like wild kid goats.7God's thunder spits fire.8God thunders, the wilderness quakes; He makes the desert of Kadesh shake.9God's thunder sets the oak trees dancing A wild dance, whirling; the pelting rain strips their branches. We fall to our knees - we call out, "Glory!"10Above the floodwaters is God's throne from which his power flows, from which he rules the world.11God makes his people strong. God gives his people peace.
1Good people, cheer God! Right-living people sound best when praising.2Use guitars to reinforce your Hallelujahs! Play his praise on a grand piano!3Invent your own new song to him; give him a trumpet fanfare.4For God's Word is solid to the core; everything he makes is sound inside and out.5He loves it when everything fits, when his world is in plumb-line true. Earth is drenched in God's affectionate satisfaction.6The skies were made by God's command; he breathed the word and the stars popped out.7He scooped Sea into his jug, put Ocean in his keg.8Earth-creatures, bow before God; world-dwellers - down on your knees!9Here's why: he spoke and there it was, in place the moment he said so.10God takes the wind out of Babel pretense, he shoots down the world's power-schemes.11God's plan for the world stands up, all his designs are made to last.12Blessed is the country with God for God; blessed are the people he's put in his will.13From high in the skies God looks around, he sees all Adam's brood.14From where he sits he overlooks all us earth-dwellers.15He has shaped each person in turn; now he watches everything we do.16No king succeeds with a big army alone, no warrior wins by brute strength.17Horsepower is not the answer; no one gets by on muscle alone.18Watch this: God's eye is on those who respect him, the ones who are looking for his love.19He's ready to come to their rescue in bad times; in lean times he keeps body and soul together.20We're depending on God; he's everything we need.21What's more, our hearts brim with joy since we've taken for our own his holy name.22Love us, God, with all you've got - that's what we're depending on.
1The God-rebel tunes in to sedition - all ears, eager to sin. He has no regard for God, he stands insolent before him.2He has smooth-talked himself into believing That his evil will never be noticed.3Words gutter from his mouth, dishwater dirty. Can't remember when he did anything decent.4Every time he goes to bed, he fathers another evil plot. When he's loose on the streets, nobody's safe. He plays with fire and doesn't care who gets burned.5God's love is meteoric, his loyalty astronomic,6His purpose titanic, his verdicts oceanic. Yet in his largeness nothing gets lost; Not a man, not a mouse, slips through the cracks.7How exquisite your love, O God! How eager we are to run under your wings,8To eat our fill at the banquet you spread as you fill our tankards with Eden spring water.9You're a fountain of cascading light, and you open our eyes to light.10Keep on loving your friends; do your work in welcoming hearts.11Don't let the bullies kick me around, the moral midgets slap me down.12Send the upstarts sprawling flat on their faces in the mud.
1I'm determined to watch steps and tongue so they won't land me in trouble. I decided to hold my tongue as long as Wicked is in the room.2"Mum's the word," I said, and kept quiet. But the longer I kept silence The worse it got -3my insides got hotter and hotter. My thoughts boiled over; I spilled my guts.4"Tell me, what's going on, God? How long do I have to live? Give me the bad news!5You've kept me on pretty short rations; my life is string too short to be saved.6Oh! we're all puffs of air. Oh! we're all shadows in a campfire. Oh! we're just spit in the wind. We make our pile, and then we leave it.7"What am I doing in the meantime, Lord? Hoping, that's what I'm doing - hoping8You'll save me from a rebel life, save me from the contempt of dunces.9I'll say no more, I'll shut my mouth, since you, Lord, are behind all this.10But I can't take it much longer. When you put us through the fire11to purge us from our sin, our dearest idols go up in smoke. Are we also nothing but smoke?12"Ah, God, listen to my prayer, my cry - open your ears. Don't be callous; just look at these tears of mine. I'm a stranger here. I don't know my way - a migrant like my whole family.13Give me a break, cut me some slack before it's too late and I'm out of here."