“Praise ye the LORD: for it is good to sing praises unto our God” Psalm 147:1
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 What is the creature’s skill or force?
The sprightly man, or warlike horse?
The piercing wit, the active limb?
All are too mean delights for Him.
6 But 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.