1 O praise the Lord in that blest place
From whence his goodness largely flows;
Praise him in heav'n, where he his face
Unveil'd, in perfect glory shows.
2 Praise him for all the mighty acts,
Which he in our behalf has done;
His Kindness this return exacts,
With which our praise should equal run.
3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice
Make rocks and hills his praise rebound;
Praise him with harp's melodious noise,
And gentle psaltry's silver sound.
4 Let virgin troops soft timbrels bring,
And some with graceful motion dance;
Let instruments of various strings,
With organs join'd, his praise advance.
5 Let them who joyful hymns compose,
To cymbals set their songs of praise;
Cymbals of common use, and those
That loudly sound on solemn days.
6 Let all that vital breath enjoy,
The breath he does to them afford,
In just returns of praise employ;
Let every creature praise the Lord.
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First Line: | O praise the Lord in that blest place |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Psalms of Thanksgiving |
Source: | Tate and Brady's New Version |