Call to Praise
After Gustav Holst, “Psalm 148: Lord, Who Has Made Us for Thine Own”
His glory is above earth and heaven:
and he has lifted high the horn of his people.
(Psalm 148:14)
Listen:
what begins small soon grows…
Let our voices rise –
the voices
of His children,
singing in
a gentle sea of hopeful praise
and soon,
beneath, the day will dawn
upon each shore, upon
each hill, each cloud,
upon each flying wing.
Watch hail hurling! See
the clouds ablaze! the wind
casting waves!
Listen:
what begins small soon
erupts in hopeful praise.
O Lord
who made us for thine own, we rise
in chorus, rising with
the coming day, this
feast of plenty
on the wings
of dawn, all flying,
green and singing,
fresh in morning,
wild in
its daily praising.
Listen, souls who turn aside
and greet the harvest with
your clutching hands:
O praise Him, all you mighty ones,
you weakling ones,
you dying, drifting, quaking ones
and praise Him
from the skies, from soil
within the toil of anxious day.
Arise,
awake,
arise and praise:
His horn is lifted high…
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