1. Praise ye the Lord! ’tis good to raise Your hearts and voices in His praise; His nature and His works invite To make this duty our delight.
2. He formed 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 drowned.
3. Sing to the Lord, exalt Him high, Who spreads His clouds along the sky; There He prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain.
4. He makes the grass the hills adorn! And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food His hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry.
5. And Saints are lovely in His sight; He views His children with delight; He sees their hope, He knows their fear, And looks and loves His image there.