Psalms 50- Sit By Aslan’s Mane
You spoke the earth from nothing
You made the sun to rise
You told the evening sun to set
You created the heavens and skies
Out of Zion you shine forth
Like a beaming beacon of light
You are not silent Lord
You are a God of might
The heavens declare Your righteousness
Your works proclaim Your name
May all people gather to You
And sit by Aslan’s mane
I was desolate, wicked
beyond all repair
A wanderer without future
Yet You heard my prayer
When we call on You, You answer
Like a Father gathering up his child
You do not rebuke us harshly
But love us, tender and mild
Let us make thanksgiving and praise You
Your name we forever praise
Jesus, we love You today and always
To You our hearts do pray
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