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!
(ESV)
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