Great Is Our LORD (Psalm 147)

As the sixth month draws toward its close, the walls of Jerusalem have been rebuilt, and the seventh month draws near. “The LORD doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.” — Psalm 147:2 He gathers. He heals. He numbers the stars and calls them all by their names. He sends forth His commandment upon the earth, and declares His word unto Jacob. And soon, in the seventh month, the people will gather themselves together as one man before the water gate to hear that Word. — Nehemiah 8:1 Psalm 147 — a song of rebuilding, gathering, healing, and the Word of the LORD. #psalm147 #GreatisourLORD ————Psalm 147 Praise ye the LORD: for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely. Psa 147:2  The LORD doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel. Psa 147:3  He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. Psa 147:4  He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names. Psa 147:5  Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite. Psa 147:6  The LORD lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground. Psa 147:7  Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God: Psa 147:8  Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains. Psa 147:9  He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry. Psa 147:10  He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man. Psa 147:11  The LORD taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy. Psa 147:12  Praise the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion. Psa 147:13  For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee. Psa 147:14  He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat. Psa 147:15  He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: his word runneth very swiftly. Psa 147:16  He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes. Psa 147:17  He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold? Psa 147:18  He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow. Psa 147:19  He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel. Psa 147:20  He hath not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the LORD.