Verse 1

PRAISE ye the Lord! Tis good to raise Your hearts and voices in His praise: His nature and His works invite To make this duty our delight.

Verse 2

He formed the stars, those heavenly flames, He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdoms vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.

Verse 3

Sing to the Lord! Exalt Him high, Who spreads His clouds along the sky; There He prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain.

Verse 4

He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food His hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry.

Verse 5

What is the creatures skill or force? The sprightly man, or warlike horse? The piercing wit, the active limb? All are too mean delights for him.

Verse 6

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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