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 Wisdom's vast, and knows no Bound,
A Deep where all our Thoughts are drown'd.
4 Great is our 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 all round the Sky;
There he prepares the fruitful Rain,
Nor lets the Drops descend in vain.
6 He makes the Grass the Hills adorn;
And cloaths the smiling Fields with Corn;
The Beasts with Food his Hands supply,
And the young Ravens when they cry.
7 What is the Creature's Skill or Force,
The sprightly Man, the warlike Horse,
The nimble 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 looks and loves his Image there.
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First Line: | Praise ye the Lord: 'Tis good to raise |
Title: | The Divine Nature, Providence and Grace |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Attributes of God; Blessings: of a nation; Blessings: of the country(17 more...) |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |