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By James Vasquez
My soul now praise the Lord above,
His praise I値l sing while I have breath,
Some joyful melody I値l sound,
Nor quit my song till death.
Trust not in princes or their strength,
In mortal men who cannot save,
Their plans in but a day, like them,
Expire within the grave.
But blest is he whose help resides,
In Jacob痴 God and him alone,
Whose hope is in the Lord his God,
And will not other own.
The heavens has he made and earth,
The sea and all that therein dwell,
No other god can lay such claim,
Nor imminence foretell.
Forever faithful he remains,
And takes the cause of those oppressed,
He feeds the hungry and the blind,
Of vision are possessed.
The prisoners from their bonds he frees,
And those bowed down he sets aright,
He loves the righteous for their ways,
And in them takes delight.
The widow and the fatherless,
The alien, too, are in his care,
But plans that evil men propose,
He ever will forswear.
Your God, O Zion, through all time,
Shall reign above majestically,
Let praise resound from earth to heav地,
In fitting jubilee.
from the June 2007 Edition of the Jewish Magazine
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