A New Version of an Old Song

The Psalms have repeated references to new songs. Perhaps the worshipping community in the Jerusalem Temple were as reluctant to try these new fangled Psalms as many are to try new songs today! What follows is my version of an old song, Psalm 98 that we used as a responsive call to worship at our praise service last night:

Sing to God a brand-new song.
Celebrate what he has done!
He rolled up his sleeves and saved us
With his strong right arm he rescued us.
Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth!
Break into joyful song!
Play your instruments in praise
Sing songs to the God who gave you your voice.
Let your flutes, fiddles and trumpets
Fill the air with praises to God your King.
Let us join with all creation in praising our creator.
Let the waves of the sea breaking on the shore
Sound like applause to our God.
Let the barking, mooing, cawing and roaring of every living creature be a song of praise to the Lord.
Let the rivers speak of his ever flowing grace
Let the mountains speak of his eternal faithfulness.
Let all creation sing before our God
For he comes…
Come Lord God. Come.

From Psalm 98

Selah

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