| Beautiful day, wonderful feeling,
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| This reason to sing, psalms meaning songs singing praises all day long.
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| Joy fills the weak, joy makes us strong.
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| Filled 'till we burst, songs of praise to the God of the Universe.
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| Despite our selfish selves, despite all loss of hope,
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| Despite our lack of faith, despite our stony hearts,
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| Despite the waning moon,
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| Despite the ebbing tide of how we think this world should be.
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| Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
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| Praise Him all creatures here below,
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| Praise Him above ye heavenly host,
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| Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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| Gray rainy day, down in the mud for us.
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| Don’t feel I can sing, songs to the God in control of the seasons.
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| But what’s good and bad, flow from the hands,
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| Of the God with the perfect plan.
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| Filling us with joy, all of this will glorify. |