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Psalm 1 - Night and Day

Lyrics and music by Jody Killingsworth

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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 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 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

Psalm 3 - You Are My Shield

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