(Lyrics composed from the King James Bible)
(Verse 1)
They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings as eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk, and not faint. (Isaiah 40:31)
(Verse 2)
Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy cometh in the morning. (Psalm 30:5)
The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart,
And saveth such as be of a contrite spirit. (Psalm 34:18)
(Chorus)
Hope thou in God, for thou shalt yet praise Him, (Psalm 42:11)
For He is thy refuge and strength, (Psalm 46:1)
He shall cover thee with His feathers, (Psalm 91:4)
And under His wings shalt thou trust. (Psalm 91:4)
(Verse 3)
Be strong and of a good courage,
Fear not, nor be afraid, (Deuteronomy 31:6)
For the Lord thy God, He it is that doth go with thee;
He will not fail thee, nor forsake thee. (Deuteronomy 31:6)
(Bridge)
For He knoweth the thoughts He thinketh toward thee,
Thoughts of peace, and not of evil,
To give thee an expected end. (Jeremiah 29:11)
The Lord shall fight for thee, and thou shalt hold thy peace. (Exodus 14:14)
(Chorus)
Hope thou in God, for thou shalt yet praise Him, (Psalm 42:11)
For He is thy refuge and strength, (Psalm 46:1)
He shall cover thee with His feathers, (Psalm 91:4)
And under His wings shalt thou trust. (Psalm 91:4)
(Outro)
Now the God of hope fill thee with all joy and peace in believing,
That thou mayest abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost. (Romans 15:13)
Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering,
For He is faithful that promised. (Hebrews 10:23)
About this Song
This song was created using Suno AI. Entirely comprised of lyrics and scripture found in the Bible, this modern interpretation aims to bring a new perspective to verses created thousands of years ago.
The Bible as Music
The sun rises over a dust-colored land, and somewhere, perhaps in a tent, perhaps in a stone-hewn temple, a voice lifts into the air. Low, steady, and deliberate. A psalm. A lament. A song of war.
In the ancient world, before ink dried on parchment and before stories were bound in leather, there were songs. They were memory. They were history. They were the soundtrack of wandering tribes and restless kings.
The Israelites sang when they walked, when they fought, when they mourned. And when they rejoiced, the walls of Jerusalem shook. They had instruments—harps, lyres, tambourines, and trumpets made of ram’s horn. But the real instrument? The voice.
Miriam sang after the Red Sea parted. She took a tambourine, and the women followed her, their feet still damp from deliverance. The song was triumphant, a declaration that the horse and rider had been thrown into the sea. It was history set to melody.
David, the shepherd-king, plucked his harp and wrote psalms that still hum in the veins of cathedrals and quiet prayer rooms. Some were raw, torn from the gut. How long, O Lord? Will You forget me forever? Others, sheer joy. Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
There were songs of mourning, too. Lamentations, sung low and slow, an entire city bowing under the weight of ruin. How lonely sits the city that once was full of people!
And yet, always, there was singing. Even in exile. Even when the instruments hung silent on willow branches by Babylon’s rivers. A question drifted from their lips: How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land?
But they did. They always did.
Centuries later, as the quiet weight of the Last Supper settled over the disciples, they stood, pushed back their cups, and sang a hymn. Jesus, knowing the road ahead, lifted His voice with them. Then He walked to the Mount of Olives.
Music carried forward. Paul, writing by dim light in some forgotten Roman room, urged believers to sing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs. And in the final pages of Scripture, angels and elders and saints gather in a vast, unending chorus, singing of the Lamb who was slain.
Songs began in Genesis and do not stop in Revelation.
In the end, the Bible is not just a book. It is a score. A hymnbook stitched with longing, love, despair, and triumph. And somewhere, maybe in a church, maybe in a quiet room, maybe around a campfire, the song still plays on.
This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.
