P.CXLVI. Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join

1 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.

2 Praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs,
While immortality endures;
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.

3 Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust;
Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r
And thoughts all vanish in an hour.

4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Isra'l’s God: He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train,
And none shall find his promise vain.

5 His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves th’opprest, he feeds the poor;
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace,
And grants the pris'ner sweet release.

6 The Lord to sight restores the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless.

7 He loves his saints, he knows them well;
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.

Text Information
First Line: Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1816
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Topic: Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth
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