Sing to the Lord a new song –
The old song is tired; it has no breath.
Love and faithfulness have kissed;
sing their song and live.
Make way a path for righteousness –
a level path where knees won’t strain.
Sing body parts into new joy;
watch new steps form for feet.
O search my heart. O listen, song –
the old is dead. The new must come.
Before your feet, set righteousness;
let bodies learn His hymn.
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