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Psalm 3 - You Are My Shield

Lyrics by Jody Killingsworth and Jake Mentzel

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See how my foes increase
See them rising up against me
They rob my soul of peace
And say there is no help in God

But You, O Lord, You are my shield
You lift my head
I’m as safe with You out on the field
As in my bed
You keep my life concealed
You are my shield

I lifted up my voice
And You answered from Your mountain
You made my soul rejoice
For yes, there is great help in God

You, O Lord, You are my shield
You lift my head
I’m as safe with You out on the field
As in my bed
You keep my life concealed
You are my shield

Rise up, O Lord, and fight
Break their jaws, destroy the wicked
Show us Your power and might
None can save us, none but God

You, O Lord, You are my shield
You lift my head
I’m as safe with You out on the field
As in my bed
You keep my life concealed
You are my shield

You, O Lord, You are my shield
You lift my head
I’m as safe with You out on the field
As in my bed
You keep my life concealed
My foes around me all will yield
I know the victory is sealed
You are my shield

Courtesy of Warhorn Media
Music by Jody Killingsworth

Psalm 1 - How Blessed Is the Man

How blessed is the man who does not Walk in the counsel of the wicked; And where the boastful sinners talk Will he refuse to stand; He doesn’t join with men who scoff, He dare not even sit among them, But his delight is in God’s Law It is his hope and prayer. Chorus In the Law he meditates In the Law he meditates In the Law he meditates In the night and in the day He’s planted like a tree that’s rooted By the streams of living water, That bears in season its good fruit For other souls to share; Its leaves won’t die away or wither; All he tries to do will prosper, For his delight is in God’s Law, It is his hope and prayer. (Chorus) The wicked are not so, they’re like the Chaff the autumn winds will scatter; When judgment starts to blow They’ll meet the fury of the Day. The righteous God will know, He’ll see them On to everlasting harbor; The wicked, though, not so, God’s wrath Will drive them far away. (Chorus x2) Courtesy of Warhorn Media Lyrics and music by Jody Killingsworth

Psalm 1 - Night and Day

O happy man that does not walk In paths that wicked men devise He darkens not the sinner’s lair Nor occupies the scoffer’s chair For His delight is in God’s Law And to it he lifts up his eyes He meditates upon it night and day Night and day, both night and day He meditates upon it night and day Night and day, both night and day God’s Law gets his attention night and day He’s like a tree that’s planted deep Beside the river waters wide That bears in season its good fruit And keeps its leaves by some good root That fertile root’s the Law of God And on it does his soul survive He drinks the life it feeds him night and day Night and day, both night and day He drinks the life it feeds him night and day Night and day, both night and day God’s Law will bless and keep him night and day The wicked are not so, but they Are like the chaff the wind drives out They will not stand before the throne When all God’s saints are gathered home For He knows every one of them But all the godless He’ll destroy I rest my soul upon it night and day Night and day, both night and day I rest my soul upon it night and day Night and day, both night and day I meditate upon it night and day Night and day, both night and day God’s Law gets my attention night and day Night and day, both night and day I meditate upon it night and day Courtesy of Warhorn Media

Psalm 2 - The Nations Rage

Why do the nations rage? Why do the peoples plot in vain Seeking to rid themselves of Christ’s dominion?— A theme that’s true in any age— O tell me, why do the heathen nations rage? Kings and rulers take their stand Against the Lord and His Anointed Lamb To tear from them Messiah’s cords and fetters And set themselves upon His stage O tell me, why do the heathen nations rage? The God of heaven laughs at them He laughs them all to scorn— “I’ve set my King on holy Zion’s hill” He rebukes them in His anger Says, “Today My Child is born And woe to those refusing My goodwill” “My Son, just ask of Me And I will give the nations of the earth For You to rule them with a mighty iron rod For You to dash them all to pieces And then pound them into dirt Until You spread Your fame and power and love abroad ’til all the nations bow before the Son of God” Now listen, kings, be wise All you rulers, come and check your pride Get down on your knees, rejoice with trembling Kiss the Son while He is near And let your rage become a holy fear The Son of God calls out to you: “Come find your rest in Me Come stand with Me up here on Zion’s hill My rage will soon be kindled So you best come bow your knee And woe to those refusing My goodwill” “My Son, just ask of Me And I will give the nations of the earth For You to rule them with a mighty iron rod For You to dash them all to pieces And then pound them into dirt Until You spread Your fame and power and love abroad ’til all the nations bow before the Son of God” Courtesy of Warhorn Media Music by Jody Killingsworth