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 though 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 through 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,
By truth and equity sustain'd,
And for eternal rules ordain'd.
8 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.
9 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: | 1789 |
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Copyright: | Public Domain |