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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

Praise Ye the Lord

Hymnal: The Dulcimer Hymn Book #5 (1979) First Line: Praise ye the Lord! Tis good to raise Tune Title: [Praise ye the Lord! Tis good to raise]

Praise ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #45 (1814) 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 He loves the meek, rewards the just, Humbles the wicked in the dust, Melts and subdues the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. 3 His saints are precious in his sight; He views his children with delight; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, Approves and loves his image there. Topics: Character and Perfections of God Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #63 (1886) 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 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. 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 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. 6 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest, He's your defense, your joy, your rest: When terrors rise and nations faint, God is the strength of every saint. Topics: Worship Attributes and Providence of God Tune Title: LUTON

Praise ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise

Author: Dr. Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #174 (1917) 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; exalt 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 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: The Godhead Creation and Providence; Creation By God; Works of God ; Providence; Praise Unceasing; God Works of; Starry Heavens Languages: English Tune Title: ZEUNER'S CHANT

Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise

Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #323 (1790) 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 wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our tho'ts 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 clothes 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. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English