Praise God in His sanctuary;
Praise Him in His mighty expanse.
Praise Him for His mighty deeds;
Praise Him according to His excellent greatness.
Praise Him with trumpet sound;
Praise Him with harp and lyre.
Praise Him with timbrel and dancing;
Praise Him with stringed instruments and pipe.
Praise Him with loud cymbals;
Praise Him with resounding cymbals.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord!
Worshiping the Lord of hosts, the almighty God, is an outworking of our drawing near to Him. Our worship is to be organized and officiated, yet it is to be an act of the free will unto Christ's salvation, that all the actions resemble the hearts of those who are acting them out and reflecting them in the congregation of saints.
We can sing, shout, make noise with instruments and proclaim His Word to the nations, that every knee shall bow, and every tongue shall give praise to God. We are to resemble the order of heaven, by which the only thing we know by witness is the One who is to be worshiped⎯Jesus Christ, the Son of God. Everything else, we wait in active anticipation.
Where God's Word is proclaimed, some who gather in this age will fall away. We worship in the age of Christ's sanctifying of His bride, being prepared to join the Groom for eternity. Some will harden their hearts and not enter into His perfection. Those people will be eternally damned in their subjection to the glory of God.
O come, let us sing for joy to the Lord,
Let us shout joyfully to the rock of our salvation.
Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving,
Let us shout joyfully to Him with psalms.
For the Lord is a great God
And a great King above all gods,
In whose hand are the depths of the earth,
The peaks of the mountains are His also.
The sea is His, for it was He who made it,
And His hands formed the dry land.
Come, let us worship and bow down,
Let us kneel before the Lord our Maker.
For He is our God,
And we are the people of His pasture and the sheep of His hand.
Today, if you would hear His voice,
Do not harden your hearts, as at Meribah,
As in the day of Massah in the wilderness,
“When your fathers tested Me,
They tried Me, though they had seen My work.
“For forty years I loathed that generation,
And said they are a people who err in their heart,
And they do not know My ways.
“Therefore I swore in My anger,
Truly they shall not enter into My rest.”
Praise Him with resounding cymbals.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord!
Worshiping the Lord of hosts, the almighty God, is an outworking of our drawing near to Him. Our worship is to be organized and officiated, yet it is to be an act of the free will unto Christ's salvation, that all the actions resemble the hearts of those who are acting them out and reflecting them in the congregation of saints.
We can sing, shout, make noise with instruments and proclaim His Word to the nations, that every knee shall bow, and every tongue shall give praise to God. We are to resemble the order of heaven, by which the only thing we know by witness is the One who is to be worshiped⎯Jesus Christ, the Son of God. Everything else, we wait in active anticipation.
Where God's Word is proclaimed, some who gather in this age will fall away. We worship in the age of Christ's sanctifying of His bride, being prepared to join the Groom for eternity. Some will harden their hearts and not enter into His perfection. Those people will be eternally damned in their subjection to the glory of God.
O come, let us sing for joy to the Lord,
Let us shout joyfully to the rock of our salvation.
Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving,
Let us shout joyfully to Him with psalms.
For the Lord is a great God
And a great King above all gods,
In whose hand are the depths of the earth,
The peaks of the mountains are His also.
The sea is His, for it was He who made it,
And His hands formed the dry land.
Come, let us worship and bow down,
Let us kneel before the Lord our Maker.
For He is our God,
And we are the people of His pasture and the sheep of His hand.
Today, if you would hear His voice,
Do not harden your hearts, as at Meribah,
As in the day of Massah in the wilderness,
“When your fathers tested Me,
They tried Me, though they had seen My work.
“For forty years I loathed that generation,
And said they are a people who err in their heart,
And they do not know My ways.
“Therefore I swore in My anger,
Truly they shall not enter into My rest.”
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