1 Praise ye the Lord; our God to praise,
My Soul her utmost Pow'rs shall raise,
With private Friends, and in the Throng
Of Saints his Praise shall be my Song.
2 His Works, for Greatness tho' renown'd,
His wond'rous Works with Ease are found
By those who seek for them aright,
And in the pious Search delight.
3 His Works are all of matchless Fame,
And universal Glory claim;
His Truth confirm'd thro' Ages past,
Shall to eternal Ages last.
4 By Precept he has us enjoin'd,
To keep his wond'rous Works in Mind;
And to Posterity record,
That good and gracious is our Lord.
5 His Bounty, like a flowing Tide,
Has all his Servants Wants supply'd;
And he will ever keep in Mind,
His Cov'nant with our Fathers sign'd.
6 At once astonish'd and o'erjoy'd,
They saw his matchless Pow'r employ'd;
Whereby the Heathen were suppress'd,
And we their Heritage possess'd.
7 Just are the Dealings of his Hands,
Immutable are his Commands,
8 By Truth and Equity sustain'd,
And for eternal Rules ordain'd.
9 He sets his Saints from Bondage free,
And then establish'd his Decree,
For ever to remain the same;
Holy and rev'rend is his Name.
10 Who Wisdom's sacred Prize would win,
Must with the Fear of God begin;
Immortal Praise and heav'nly Skill
Have they who know and do his Will.
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First Line: | Praise ye the Lord, our God to praise |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1754 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. |