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 or 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 noice,
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 all that vital breath enjoy,
The breath he does to them afford,
In just returns of praise employ:
Let ev'ry creature praise the Lord.
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First Line: | O praise the Lord in that blest place |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
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Notes: | Public Domain. |