A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship ‎#XLIII

XLIII. O praise the Lord, our heavenly King

1 O praise the Lord, our heav'nly King,
Who makes the earth his care;
Visits the pastures ev'ry spring,
And bids the grass appear.

2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high,
Pour out, at his command,
Their wat'ry blessings from the sky,
To cheer the thirsty land.

3 The soften'd ridges of the field
Permit the corn to spring;
The vallies rich provision yield,
And the glad labourers sing.

4 The little hills, on ev'ry side,
Rejoice at falling show'rs;
The meadows, dress'd in all their pride,
Perfume the air with flow'rs.

5 The barren clods, refresh'd with rain,
Promise a joyful crop;
The parching grounds look green again,
And raise the reaper's hope.

6 The various months thy goodness crowns;
How bounteous are thy ways!
The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs,
And shepherds shout thy praise.

7 Thine is the cheerful day, and thine
The still returns of night;
Thou hast prepar'd the glorious sun
And ev'ry feebler light.

8 By thee the borders of the earth
In perfect order stand;
The summer's warmth and winter's cold
Attend on thy command.

Text Information

• First Line: O praise the Lord, our heavenly King
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1789
• Topic: Blessings temporal and spiritual: Thanksgiving for the Fruits of the Earth

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