19. My soul, praise the Lord

1 My soul, praise the Lord,
Speak good of his name!
His mercies record,
His bounties proclaim.
To God, their Creator,
Let all creatures raise
The song of thanksgiving,
The chorus of praise.

2. Though, hid from man's sight,
God sits on his throne,
Yet here by his works
Their Author is known.
The world shines a mirror,
Its Maker to show;
And heav'n views its image
Reflected below.

3 By knowledge supreme,
By wisdom divine,
God governs this earth
With gracious design.
O'er beast, bird, and insect,
His providence reigns,
Whose will first created,
Whose love still sustains.

4. And man, his last work,
With reason endued,
Who, falling through sin,
By grace is renew'd : —
To God, his Creator,
Let man ever raise
The song of thanksgiving,
The chorus of praise!

Text Information
First Line: My soul, praise the Lord
Meter: P. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1814
Topic: Praise and Thanksgiving
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