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I'm thanking you, God, from a full heart, I'm writing the book on your wonders.
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I'm whistling, laughing, and jumping for joy; I'm singing your song, High God.
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The day my enemies turned tail and ran, they stumbled on you and fell on their faces.
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You took over and set everything right; when I needed you, you were there, taking charge.
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You blow the whistle on godless nations; you throw dirty players out of the game, wipe their names right off the roster.
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Enemies disappear from the sidelines, their reputation trashed, their names erased from the halls of fame.
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God holds the high center, he sees and sets the world's mess right.
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He decides what is right for us earthlings, gives people their just deserts.
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God's a safe-house for the battered, a sanctuary during bad times.
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The moment you arrive, you relax; you're never sorry you knocked.
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Sing your songs to Zion-dwelling God, tell his stories to everyone you meet:
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How he tracks down killers yet keeps his eye on us, registers every whimper and moan.