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What can I give to say “Thank You”?

Yet another responsive Psalm. The more I read the Psalms the more I realise that they are best used in their original context of corporate worship. The versions I have been posting here from time to time are ones that I have used in worship at Dundonald Methodist Church week by week.

I love the Lord, for he listened to me;
he heard my cry for mercy.
I turned to him in my distress,
And he turned his ear toward me.
The cords of death were strangling me,
the depths of the grave loomed large;
I was overcome by trouble and sorrow;
I didn’t know which way to turn.
Then I called to the Lord for help:
"O Lord, save me!"
What can I give to say “Thank You” to the Lord for all his goodness to me?
How can I possibly repay the blessings he has poured out on me?
I will lift up the cup of salvation:
a toast to the name of the Lord.
I will fulfil the promises I made to the Lord
I will serve the Lord as one of his people.
I am your servant, for you have freed me;
you have released me from my chains.
I am here to offer my sacrifice of thanksgiving
and to praise your holy name.
To fulfil the promises I made to the Lord
To serve the Lord as one of his people.
To praise Him in the house of the Lord
To serve him in the streets of the city.
Hallelujah.
Praise the Lord.
Based on Psalms 116: 1-4, 12-14, 16-19
© David Campton 2008

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