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Psalm for Sunday

A responsive Psalm based on bits of todays Psalm in the Revised Common Lectionary, Psalm 103, which we will be using in Belfast South during our 11 am worship.

Praise the Lord, O my soul;
all that lies within me, praise his holy name.
Praise the Lord, O my soul:
Don’t forget all that he has done for us;
He forgives sin
He heals illness and injury;
He lifts us up when we find ourselves down in the depths;
He crowns us with love and compassion;
He satisfies our desires with good things
So that in him our hearts soar and our spirits are renewed.
The Lord works righteousness and justice for all the oppressed.
The Lord is compassionate and gracious
He is slow to anger,
Overflowing with love.
He does not stand in judgement over us forever;
He does not nurse his anger eternally.
He does not treat us as our sins deserve
or repay in full for all our wrongdoing.
For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
so great is his love for those who fear him;
as far as one side of the universe is from another,
so far has he removed our offences from us.
As a parent loves their child,
so the Lord loves those who put their trust in him;
Always and forever the Lord's love is with those who fear him,
and his righteousness with their children's children.
Praise the Lord, O my soul.
Praise the Lord.
From Psalm 103:1-6, 8-13, 17, 22

Selah

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