Psalm 111 (Tate & Brady)

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.