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By Jan-Louw Kotze

Save Us, O Man

Not since many years yonder

Did we find ourselves confined,

Suffering and cleaved asunder

The unassuming heroes of today

Don their masks and gloves

It is as though to them we pray

These human arts have come far

When will we see the cure?

Save us, o man, from eternal mar!

Find your rest ever in Me

Lost words of the Greatest

Since from Him we flee

Perhaps we face this virus

To remind us of our hubris

Psalm 146

Praise theLord!

Praise theLord, O my soul!

I will praise theLordas long as I live;

 I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.

Put not your trust in princes,

 in a son of man, in whom there is no salvation.

When this breath departs, he returns to the earth;

 on that very day his plans perish.

Blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob,

 whose hope is in theLordhis God,

who made heaven and earth,

 the sea, and all that is in them,

who keeps faith forever;

 who executes justice for the oppressed,

 who gives food to the hungry.

TheLordsets the prisoners free;

 theLordopens the eyes of the blind.

TheLordlifts up those who are bowed down;

 theLordloves the righteous.

TheLordwatches over the sojourners;

 he upholds the widow and the fatherless,

but the way of the wicked he brings to ruin.

TheLordwill reign forever,

 your God, O Zion, to all generations.

Praise theLord!


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