PRAISE ye the Lord; my heart shall join

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

He loves His saints; He knows them well; But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;