Psalm
147b Friday Morning 2 & 4
Praise Yahweh, Jerusalem; *
Zion, praise your God!
For he strengthened the bars
of your gates; * he blessed your sons within you.
He grants your borders peace;
* he fills you with the finest wheat.
He sends his word to the earth; * toward the mountain speeds his
thunder.
He spreads snow like wool; * frost he strews like ashes.
He casts his hail like crumbs; * before his cold who can stand?
He sends his message and melts them, * makes his wind blow and
the waters stream.
He declares his words to
Jacob, * his statutes and laws to Israel.
He has not dealt thus with
any other nation, * and has never taught them his laws.
Hallelu-Yah!