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Text:Psalm CXLVII
Author:N.

CXLVII. Psalm CXLVII

1 Praise ye the Lord, for it is good
unto our God to sing;
For it is pleasant, and to praise
it is a comely thing.

2 The Lord his own Jerusalem
he buildeth up alone,
And the dispersed of Israel
doth gather into one.

3 He heals the broken in their heart,
their sores up doth he bind;
He counts the number of the stars,
and names them in their kind.

4 Great is the Lord, great is his pow'r
his wisdom infinite;
The Lord relieves the meek, and throws
to ground the wicked wight.

5 Sing unto God the Lord with praise,
unto the Lord rejoice,
And to our God upon the harp
advance your singing voice.

6 He covers heav'n with clouds, and for
the earth prepareth rain,
And on the mountains he doth make
the grass to grow again.

7 He gives to beasts their food, and to
young ravens when they cry;
His pleasure not in strength of horse,
nor in man's legs doth lie.

8 But in all those that do him fear
the Lord hath his delight,
And such as do attend upon
his mercy's shining light.

The Second Part

9 O praise the Lord, Jerusalem,
thy God, O Zion, praise;
For he the bars hath forgèd strong
wherewith thy gates he stays;

10 Thy children in thee he hath blest,
and in thy borders he
Doth settle peace, and with the flour
of wheat he filleth thee:

11 And his command likewise upon
the earth he sendeth out;
Also his word with speedy course
doth swiftly run about:

12 He giveth snow like wool, and frost
like ashes scatters wide;
Like morsels casts his ice; the cold
thereof who can abide?

13 He sendeth forth his mighty word,
and melteth them again;
His wind he makes to blow, and then
the waters flow amain.

14 The doctrine of his holy word
to Jacob he doth show,
His statutes and his judgments he
gives Israel to know.

15 With any nation hath he not
so dealt, nor have they known
His secret judgments: ye therefore,
praise ye the Lord alone.

Text Information
First Line: Praise ye the Lord for it is good
Title: Psalm CXLVII
Author: N.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1812
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