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CXLVIc. The Divine Nature, Providence, and Grace

1 Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise;
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.

2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
And gathers nations to his name;
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.

3 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames,
He counts their numbers, calls their names,
His sovereign wisdom knows no bound,
A deep where all great thoughts are drown'd.

4 Great is the Lord, and great his might,
And all his glories infinite:
He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
And treads the wicked to the dust.

Pause.

5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who spreads his clouds around the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.

6 He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And feeds the ravens when they cry.

7 What is the creature's skill or force?
The vigorous man, the warlike horse,
The sprightly wit, the active limb
All are too mean delights for him.

8 But saints are lovely in his sight;
He views his children with delight;
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And finds and loves his image there.

Text Information

• First Line: Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise
• Title: The Divine Nature, Providence, and Grace
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1785
• Scripture:
  Psalm 147
• Notes: Now Public Domain. First Part

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