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Praise now the Lord, it’s good to raise

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Together in Song #91 (1999) Lyrics: 1 Praise now the Lord, its good to raise our hearts and voices in his praise: his nature and his works invite to make this duty our delight. 2 He forms 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 all round 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 And saints are precious 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: Adoration and Praise; Creation; Faithfulness of God; God's Love to Us; Image Of God; People of God; Wisdom Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English Tune Title: JUSTIFICATION

Praise ye the Lord, its good to raise

Hymnal: Urania #174 (1761) 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, To make this duty our delight. 2 He form'd the stars those heavenly flames, He counts their numbers calls their name, His wisdom's vast, and knows no bounds, A deep, where all our thoughts are drown'd, 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, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And cloths the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with feed his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry, And the young ravens when they cry. 5 What is the creatures skill or force, The sprightly man or warlike horse? The piercing wit, the active limb, All are too mean delights for him, All are too mean delights for him. Languages: English Tune Title: KETTELBYS

Praise ye the Lord: 't is good to raise

Author: Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns, with the Doctrinal Standards and Liturgy of the Reformed Protestant Dutch Church in North America #P147.I (1860)

Psalm 147 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.332 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Lyrics: 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. The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. He formed 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 drowned. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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: Creation and Providence; Grace and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Attributes of God; God his being, attributes, and providence; God His perfections; Perfections of God; Providence and grace; Blessings of the country; Praise for rain; Rain from heaven; Seasons of the year; Weather; Psalm for Great Britain; God great and good; Praise for temporal blessings; Compassion of God; Works of creation and providence; Blessings of a nation; Britain's happiness; Spring and winter; Summer and winter; Winter and summer Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord; 'Tis good to raise

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #X (1737) 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 form'd 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 drown'd. 3 Great is our Lord, and great his Might; And all his Glory's infinite: He crowns the Meek, rewards the Just, And treads the Wicked to the Dust. 4 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. 5 He makes the Grass the Hills adorn; And cloathes the smiling Fields with Corn; The Beasts with Food his Hands supply, And the young Ravens when they cry. 6 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. 7 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. 8 Praise God from whom all Blessings flow, Praise him all Creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly Host Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord? 'tis good to raise

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CLI (1791) 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 hand 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 #CLI (1797) Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CXLVII.I (1816) 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 sov'reign wisdom knows no bound, A deep where all great thoughts are drown'd. 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 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. 6 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food his hands supply, And feeds the ravens when they cry. 7 What is the creature's skill or force, The vig'rous man, the warlike horse, The sprightly 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 finds and loves his image there. Topics: The Divine Nature, Providence and Grace Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

The Divine Nature, Providence, and Grace

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CXLVIIa (1780) First Line: Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise 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 great thoughts are drown'd. 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. Pause. 5 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. 6 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food his hands supply, And feeds the 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 finds and loves his image there. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English