1 Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name,
While in his holy courts ye wait;
Ye saints, that to his house belong,
Or stand attending at his gate.
2 Praise ye the Lord; the Lord is good!
To praise his name is sweet employ;
Isr'el he chose of old, and still
His church is his peculiar joy.
3 The Lord himself will judge his saints;
He treats his servants as his friends;
And when he hears their sore complaints,
Repents the sorrows that he sends.
4 Thro' ev'ry age the Lord declares
His name, and breaks th' oppressor's rod:
He gives his suff'ring servants rest,
And will be known, 'Th' Almighty God.'
5 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love,
People and priest, exalt his name:
Amongst his saints he ever dwells;
His church is his Jerusalem.
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First Line: | Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Notes: | Part 1 |