I spread out my hands to you; I thirst for you like a parched land.
Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, “Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.”
Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise; his greatness no one can fathom.
How great you are, Sovereign Lord! There is no one like you, and there is no God but you, as we have heard with our own ears.