Psalm 126
A song of ascents
When the Lord restored the fortunes of Zion,
we were like those who dreamed.
Our mouths were filled with laughter,
our tongues with songs of joy.
Then it was said among the nations,
“The Lord has done great things for them.”
The Lord has done great things for us,
and we are filled with joy.
Restore our fortunes, Lord,
like streams in the Negev.
Those who sow with tears
Will reap with songs of joy.
Those who go out weeping,
carrying seed to sow,
will return with songs of joy,
carrying sheaves with them.
Psalm 126 – Bifrost Arts
Our mouths they were filled, filled with laughter
Our tongues they were loosed, loosed with joy
Restore us, O Lord
Restore us, O Lord
Although we are weeping, Lord help us keep sowing
The seeds of Your kingdom, for the day You will reap them
Your sheaves we will carry: Lord, please do not tarry!
All those who sow weeping will go out with songs of joy
The nations will say, “He has done great things!”
The nations will sing songs of joy!
Restore us, O Lord
Restore us, O Lord
Although we are weeping, Lord help us keep sowing
The seeds of Your kingdom, for the day You will reap them
Your sheaves we will carry: Lord, please do not tarry!
All those who sow weeping will go out with songs of joy
Psalm 130
A song of ascents
Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;
Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive
to my cry for mercy.
If you, Lord, kept a record of sins,
Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness
so that we can, with reverence, serve you.
I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
I wait for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.
Israel, put your hope in the Lord,
For with the Lord is unfailing love
And with him is full redemption.
He himself will redeem Israel
from all their sins
Psalm 130 – Indelible Grace
A song of ascents
Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;
Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive
to my cry for mercy.
If you, Lord, kept a record of sins,
Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness
so that we can, with reverence, serve you.
I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
I wait for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.
Israel, put your hope in the Lord,
For with the Lord is unfailing love
And with him is full redemption.
He himself will redeem Israel
from all their sins
Psalm 42
For the director of music. A maskil of the Sons of Korah.
As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, my God.
My souls thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food
day and night,
while people say to me all day long,
“Where is your God”?
These things I remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go to the house of God
under the protection of the Mighty One
with shouts of joy and praise
among the festive throng.
Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of Hermon – from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
By day the Lord directs his love,
at night his song is with me – a prayer to the God of my life.
I say to God my Rock,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?
My bones suffer mortal agony
As my foes taunt me,
saying to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
Lord, From Sorrows Deep I Call (Psalm 42) – Matt Papa & Matt Boswell
Lord, from sorrows deep I call when my hope is shaken
Torn and ruined by the fall; hear my desperation
For so long I’ve pled and prayed! God, come to my rescue
Even so, the thorn remains; still my heart will praise You
Storms within my troubled soul, questions without answers
On my faith these billows roll; God be now my shelter!
Why are you cast down, my soul? Hope in Him who saves you!
When the fires have all grown cold, cause this heart to praise You
Should my life be torn from me, every worldly pleasure
When all I possess is grief, God be then my treasure!
Be my vision in the night! Be my hope and refuge!
‘Til my faith is turned to sight, Lord, my heart will praise You
O my soul, put your hope in God
My help, my rock, I will praise Him
Sing oh sing through the raging storm
You’re still my God, my salvation
