1 Praise ye the Lord; our God to praise
my soul her utmost pow'r shall raise,
With private friends, and in the throng
of saints his praise shall be my song.
2 His works for greatness though renowned,
his wondrous works with ease are found
By those who seek for them aright,
and in the pious search delight.
3 His works are all of matchless fame,
and universal glory claim;
His truth, confirmed through ages past,
shall to eternal ages last.
4 By precept he has us enjoined
to keep his wondrous works in mind;
And to posterity record,
that good and gracious is our Lord.
5 His bounty, like a flowing tide,
has all his servants' wants supplied;
And he will ever keep in mind
his cov'nant with our fathers signed.
6 At once astonished and o'erjoyed,
they saw his matchless pow'r employed;
Whereby the heathen were suppressed,
and we their heritage possessed.
7 Just are the dealings of his hands,
immutable are his commands;
8 By truth and equity sustained,
and for eternal rules ordained.
9 He set his saints from bondage free,
and then established his decree,
For ever to remain the same;
holy and rev'rend is his Name.
10 Who wisdom's sacred prize would win,
must with the fear of God begin;
Immortal praise and heavenly skill
have they, who know and do his will.