1 Praise ye the Lord; my heart shall join
In work so pleasant, so divine;
Now, while the flesh is mine abode,
And when my soul ascends to God.
2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers,
While immortality endures:
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.
3 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God; He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train;
And none shall find His promise vain.
4 His truth for ever stands secure:
He saves the oppress’d, he feeds the poor;
He sends the labouring conscience peace,
And grants the prisoners sweet release.
5 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless.
6 He loves His saints; He knows them well;
But turns the wicked down to hell;
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Praise Him in everlasting strains.