1 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.
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
And gathers nations to His name:
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.
3 He form’d the stars, those heav’nly 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.
4 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.