1 O praise the Lord in that blest Place
From whence his Goodness largely flows;
Praise him in Heav'n, where he his Face
Unveil'd, in perfect Glory shows.
2 Praise him for all the mighty Acts,
Which he in our Behalf has done;
His Kindness this Return exacts,
With which our Praise should equal run.
3 Let the shrill Trumpet's warlike Voice
Make Rocks and Hills his Praise rebound;
Praise him with Harp's melodious Noise,
And gentle Psalt'ry's silver Sound.
4 Let Virgin Troops soft Timbrels bring,
And some with graceful Motion dance;
Let Instruments of various Strings,
With Organs join'd, his Praise advance.
5 Let them who joyful Hymns compose,
To Cymbals set their Songs of Praise;
Cymbals of common Use, and those
That loudly sound on solemn Days.
8 Let all that vital Breath enjoy,
The Breath He does to them afford,
In just Returns of Praise employ;
Let ev'ry Creature praise the Lord.
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First Line: | O praise the Lord in that blest Place |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1754 |
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