Praise ye the Lord, from pole to pole!
Praise thou the Lord, my soul, my soul!
Long as I live, my voice shall raise,
My pulse repeat, the song of praise.
In men, in princes, put no trust:
Their breath goes forth, they turn to dust;
Then, fleeting as the flower of grass,
Perish their thoughts, their glories pass.
Thrice happy he whose heart can say,
"The God of Jacob is my stay:
The Lord of hosts my help shall be,
Who made the heaven, the earth, the sea."
The Lord avenges the opprest,
He sends the wandering stranger rest;
The Lord unbinds the prisoner's chain,
He sets the fallen up again.
The Lord restores the blind to sight,
Gives strength to them that have no might;
The Lord relieves in their distress
The widow and the fatherless.
The Lord supplies the poor with food,
He loves to do the righteous good;
But for the wicked, in his wrath,
He turns destruction on their path.
The Lord shall reign for evermore,
Thy King, O Zion!--Him adore;
Let unborn generations raise
To God, thy God, the song of praise.
Sacred Poems and Hymns
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|Sacred Poems and Hymns #141||Praise ye the Lord, from pole to pole||Praise ye the Lord, from pole to pole||James Montgomery||126.96.36.199||Isaiah 46||1854|