1,2 O praise the Lord, and thou, my Soul,
for ever bless his Name:
His wond'rous Love, while Life shall last,
my constant Praise shall claim.
3 On Kings, the greatest Sons of Men,
let none for Aid rely;
then cannot save in dang'rous Times,
nor timely Help apply
4 Depriv'd of Breath, to Dust thy turn,
and there neglected lie,
And all their Thoughts and vain Designs
together with them die.
5 Then happy he, who Jacob's God
for his Protector takes;
Who still, with well-plac'd Hope, the Lord
his constant Refuge makes.
6 The Lord, who made both Heav'n and Earth,
and all that they contain,
Will never quit his stedfast Truth,
nor make his Promise vain.
7 The poor opprest, from all their Wrongs
are eas'd by his Decree;
He gives the hungry needful Food,
and sets the Pris'ners free.
8 By Him the blind receive their Sight,
the weak and fall'n He rears:
With kind Regard and tender Love
he for the righteous cares.
9 The Strangers He preserves from Harm,
the Orphan kindly treats,
Defends the Widow, and the Wiles
of wicked Men defeats.
10 The God, that does in Sion dwell,
is our eternal King;
From Age to Age his Reign endures,
let all his Praises sing.
Source: A New Version of the Psalms of David: fitted to the Tunes used in Churches #CXLVI