I Samuel 2: 1-11 My heart rejoiceth in the Lord;
Exalted by his hand,
My mouth all full of thankfulness,
Above my foes I stand. Because of my salvation,
My heart and lips rejoice,
Do I, o'er all, in praises
Lift up to thee my voice? There is none holy as the Lord,
And there is none beside,
Neither for us is there a rock,
Like God, our shield and guide.
Then talk no more so proudly,
Let arrogance be still,
The Lord, a God of knowledge,
Weighs all our acts at will. Broken the bows of mighty men,
Girt are the weak with strength;
And they who toiled and hungered long
Are satisfied at length.
The Lord, he taketh life away
And bringeth to the grave,
Or maketh them alive again
Whom he desires to save. The Lord, he makes the poor and rich,
To all his power doth go;
He lifts the beggar from the dust,
And lays the mighty low.
The poor he sets on glory's throne,
While princes are forgot;
The pillars of the earth are his,
The world man ruleth not. He keeps the feet of all his saints,
By strength shall none prevail;
In darkness shall the wicked hide,
His foes destroyed shall fail.
Out of the heavens his thunder speaks,
And he shall judge the earth,
Exalting his anointed ones
To glory and to worth.