PRAISE ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise

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 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

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.