By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

The praise of God enfolds me,
And the love of God upholds me,
And none can thwart the purpose of His hand;
His arm is strong and able,
He is might to enable me ...
 To follow and accomplish what He’s planned.

The Word of God’s unfailing,

His truth always prevailing,
Demolishing the strongholds in our lives;
A sword that cuts in two,
My mighty shield that I run to,
He is my God, His word sustains and satisfies.

The hope of God’s unending,
Comes in glory yet defending;
My Redeemer … gave and sacrificed His Son.
His precious blood erasing,
All my sin and then embracing,
Who I am in spite of all that I have done.

The peace of God’s transcending,
Flowing out and never ending,
Like a river coursing power through my soul;
It’s flow is so refining,
For its aim is redefining,
My pursuits to seek a higher worthy goal.

The name of God’s enduring,
He gives strength and reassuring,
Lifting up the lowly, bowed before His throne;
A Savior to the seeker,
He’s inclined to aid the weaker,
He empowers those He calls to be His own.

The praise of God it stirs me,
For I know that I’m unworthy,
I will lift my voice and praise my mighty King.
There is so much that I owe Him,
I’m so thankful that I know Him;
He’s my shelter, I’m the shadow …
‘Neath His wing.

“Whoso offereth praise glorifieth Me; and to him that ordereth his conversation aright will I show the salvation of God.” Psalm 50:23