Praise God, 'tis good and pleasant

1 Praise God! 'tis good and pleasant,
and comely to adore,
Jehovah builds up Salem,
her outcasts doth restore.
2 He heals the broken-hearted,
and makes the wounded live;
the starry hosts he numbers,
and names to all doth give,

3 Our Lord is great and mighty;
his wisdom none can know;
the Lord doth raise the lowly
and sinners overthrow.
4 O thank and praise Jehovah!
Praise hi on harp with mirth,
the heaven with clouds who covers,
and send his rain on earth.

5 He clothes with grace the mountains,
and gives the beasts their food;
he hears the crying ravens,
and feeds their tender brood.
6 In horse's strength delights not,
nor speed of man loves he;
the Lord loves all who fear him,
and to his mercy flee.

7 O Salem, praise Jehovah,
thy God, O Zion, praise;
for he thy gates has strengthened,
and blessed thy sons with grace.
8 With peace he'll bless thy borders,
the finest wheat afford;
he send forth his commandment,
and swiftly speeds his word.

9 Like wool the snow he giveth,
spreads hail o'er all the land,
hoar-frost like ashes scatters;
who can his cold withstand?
10 Then forth his word he sendeth,
he makes his wind to blow;
the snow and ice are melted,
again the waters flow.

11 He shows his word to Jacob,
to Israel's seed alone;
his statutes and his judgments
the heathen have not known.
Praise ye the Lord!


Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P147c