Psalm 147b (The Lord’s Delight)

The Lord has no pleasure
In the strength of the horse
The Lord has no pleasure
In the legs of a strong man

But the Lord delights
He delights in those who fear His name
And the Lord delights
In him whose hope is His unfailing love

Extol the Lord, oh Zion
Praise God, Jerusalem
For He, yes He strengthens
All the bars of your gates

And He grants you peace
Satisfies you with the finest wheat
And He grants you peace
Blesses all your people within you, yeah

And His word runs swiftly
His commands, He sends to earth
He spreads the snow, the frost He scatters
The snow like wool, the frost like ashes
And the hail He hurls down
Who can stand up to his icy blast
He sends His word and they melt
He stirs up the wind and then the waters flow