Consistency: Psalm 113

Voices clear sing loud on high,
    Angelic sounds are heard.
To your throne close we draw nigh
    With ev’ry loving word.

High above all on your throne
    Creation you survey.
To all below are you known
    In nature’s full display.

But your heart you do not hide,
    You love to help the poor.
Them you lift and bring inside
    Your ever-open door.

Homeless and the barren too,
    You evermore will love.
Ev’ry morning mercies new
    To them from you above.

Yet I wonder if I break
    Your heart when I sing songs,
But no effort then I make
    To love who don’t belong.

Praise is done in word and deed
    Or else our love is dead.
When we love all those in need
    We praise your thorn-crowned head.