In the rich valley of the resurrection
The jubilate deo will resound
A jubilant rejoicing in perfection.
But even here the echo of that sound
Of perfect praise enriches our brief song,
A canticle that’s taken up around
The world. The voices of the weak are strong
In God’s enduring praise. He knows their cause,
And he will vindicate the poor, who long
To see his justice come and his good laws
Prevail at last. Till then their jubilation
Will shake the powers that be and give them pause
To tremble in the midst of exploitation
And glimpse in others all the joy they’ve missed,
Till love himself comes as a revelation.
Psalm 66 from David’s Crown by Malcolm Guite