1 Oh, sing ye hallelujah!
’Tis good our God to praise;
’tis pleasant and becoming
to Him our songs to raise;
He builds the walls of Zion,
He seeks her wand'ring sons,
He binds their wounds and comforts
the brokenhearted ones.
2 The starry hosts He numbers,
He calls them all by name;
His greatness and His wisdom
His wondrous works proclaim;
the meek He lifts to honor,
He humbles sinful pride.
give thanks to Him and utter
His praises far and wide.
3 The heav'ns with clouds He covers,
He sends the cheering rain;
the slopes of all the mountains
He fills with grass and grain;
to beast and bird His goodness
their daily food supplies;
He cares for all His creatures,
attentive to their cries.
4 No human pow'r delights Him,
no earthly pomp or pride;
He loves the meek who fear Him
and in His love confide;
Then praise thy God, O Zion,
His gracious aid confess;
He gives thee peace and plenty,
His gifts thy children bless.
5 He sends His swift commandment,
and snow and ice enfold
the world, and none are able
to stand before His cold.
Again He gives commandment;
the winds of summer blow,
the snow and ice are melted,
again the waters flow.
6 His statutes and His judgments
He makes His people know;
to them as to no others
His grace He loves to show;
for matchless grace and mercy
Your grateful praises bring;
to Him give thanks forever,
and hallelujah sing.
Source: Psalms and Hymns to the Living God #147B