1 Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join
In work so pleasant, so divine;
Now while the flesh is mine abode,
And when my soul ascends to God.
2 Praise shall emply my noblest powers,
While immortality endures;
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life and thought and being last.
3 Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust;
Their breath departs, their pomp and power,
And thoughts all vanish in an hour.
4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God: He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train,
And none shall find his promise vain.
5 His truth forever stands secure:
He saves th’ opprest, he feeds the poor;
He sends the labouring conscience peace,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
6 The Lord to sight restores the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless.
7 He loves his saints, he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.
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First Line: | Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join |
Title: | Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Topic: | Afflicted: supported; Afflictions: in mind and body; Creatures: no trust in them(9 more...) |