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Praise ye the Lord; 'Tis good to raise

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #X (1737) Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord; 'Tis good to raise Our Hearts and Voices in his Praise; His Nature and his Works invite To make this Duty our delight. 2 He form'd the Stars, those heavenly Flames; He counts their Numbers, calls their Names; His Wisdom's vast, and knows no Bound, A deep where all our Thoughts are drown'd. 3 Great is our Lord, and great his Might; And all his Glory's infinite: He crowns the Meek, rewards the Just, And treads the Wicked to the Dust. 4 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his Clouds all round the Sky; There he prepares the fruitful Rain, Nor lets the Drops descend in vain. 5 He makes the Grass the Hills adorn; And cloathes the smiling Fields with Corn; The Beasts with Food his Hands supply, And the young Ravens when they cry. 6 What is the Creature's Skill or Force? The sprightly Man the warlike Horse? The nimble Wit, the active Limb? All are too mean Delights for him. 7 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. 8 Praise God from whom all Blessings flow, Praise him all Creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly Host Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord! 'Tis good to raise

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Hymnal #7b (1956) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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. 2 He formed the stars, those heavenly flames, He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom’s vast and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. 3 Sing to the Lord! Extol him high Who spreads his clouds along the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 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. 5 His saints are lovely in his sight; He views his children with delight; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, He looks and loves his image here. Topics: Adoration and Praise General Praise; God Creator; God Love of; God in Nature; Hope; Giving Thanks; Wisdom, God's, Man's Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English Tune Title: PRAISE

Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #76 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. He formed the stars, those heav'nly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. Great is our Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds all round the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 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. What is the creature's skill or force, The sprightly man, the warlike horse, The nimble wit, the active limb? All are too mean delights for him. 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. Topics: Creation and Providence; Grace and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Attributes of God; God his being, attributes, and providence; God His perfections; Perfections of God; Providence and grace; Blessings of the country; Praise for rain; Rain from heaven; Seasons of the year; Weather; Psalm for Great Britain; God great and good; Praise for temporal blessings; Compassion of God; Works of creation and providence; Blessings of a nation; Britain's happiness; Spring and winter; Summer and winter; Winter and summer Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Praise Ye the Lord

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Message in Song #110 (1911) First Line: Praise ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise Languages: English Tune Title: [Praise ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise]

Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #147 (1789) Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. 3 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames, He counts their numbers, calls their names, His sov'reign wisdom knows no bound, A deep where all great thoughts are drown'd. 4 Great is the Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. Part II. 5 Let Zion praise the mighty God, And make his honours known abroad; For sweet the joy, our songs to raise, And glorious is the work of praise. 6 Our children live secure and blest; Our shores have peace, our cities rest; He feeds our sons with finest wheat, And adds his blessings to their meat. 7 The changing seasons he ordains, The early and the latter rains; His flakes of snow like wool he sends, And thus the springing corn defends. 8 With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with dreadful sound: His icy bands the rivers hold, And terror arms his wintry cold. 9 He bids the warmer breezes blow, The ice dissolves, the waters flow; But he hath nobler works and ways To call his people to his praise. 10 Thro' all our realm his laws are shown; His gospel thro' the nation known; He hath not thus reveal'd his word To ev'ry land: Praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord: 'Tis good to raise

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P147a (1766) Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord; 'Tis good to raise Our Hearts and Voices in his Praise; His Nature and his Works invite To make this Duty our delight. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers Nations to his Name; His Mercy melts the stubborn Soul, And makes the broken Spirit whole. 3 He form'd the Stars, those heav'nly Flames; He counts their Numbers, calls their Names; His Wisdom's vast, and knows no Bound, A Deep where all our Thoughts are drown'd. 4 Great is our Lord, and great his Might; And all his Glories infinite: He crowns the Meek, rewards the Just, And treads the Wicked to the Dust. Pause. 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his Clouds all round the Sky; There he prepares the fruitful Rain, Nor lets the Drops descend in vain. 6 He makes the Grass the Hills adorn; And cloaths the smiling Fields with Corn; The Beasts with Food his Hands supply, And the young Ravens when they cry. 7 What is the Creature's Skill or Force, The sprightly Man, the warlike Horse, The nimble Wit, the active Limb? All are too mean Delights for him. 8 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. Topics: Attributes of God; Blessings of a nation; Blessings of the country; Britain's happiness; Compassion of God; Creation and Providence; God great and good; God his Being, Attributes and Providence; God His perfections; Grace and providence; Harvest; Persecutions of God; Praise for rain; Praise for temporal blessings; Providence and Grace promised; Providence in Air, Earth and Sea; Rain from heaven; Weather; Winter and Summer; Works of creation and providence Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord? 'tis good to raise

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CLI (1791) Lyrics: 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. 2 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep, where all our thoughts are drown'd! 3 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds around the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food his hand supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 5 What is the creature's skill or force, The sprightly man, or warlike horse? The piercing wit, the active limb, All are too mean delights for him. 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. Topics: Praise Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CXLVII.I (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. 3 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames, He counts their numbers, calls their names, His sov'reign wisdom knows no bound, A deep where all great thoughts are drown'd. 4 Great is the Lord, and great his might, And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds around the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 6 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food his hands supply, And feeds the ravens when they cry. 7 What is the creature's skill or force, The vig'rous man, the warlike horse, The sprightly wit, the active limb; All are too mean delights for him. 8 But saints are lovely in his sight; He views his children with delight; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, And finds and loves his image there. Topics: The Divine Nature, Providence and Grace Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CLI (1788) Lyrics: 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. 2 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep, where all our thoughts are drown'd! 3 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds around the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 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. 5 What is the creature's skill or force, The sprightly man, or warlike horse? The piercing wit, the active limb, All are too mean delights for him. 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. Topics: Praise Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CLI (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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. 2 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep, where all our thoughts are drown'd! 3 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds around the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 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. 5 What is the creature's skill or force, The sprightly man, or warlike horse? The piercing wit, the active limb, All are too mean delights for him. 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. Topics: Praise Languages: English