1 Oh! praise the LORD with Hymns of Joy,
And celebrate his glorious Fame;
For pleasant, good, and comely 'tis
To sing loud Praises to his Name.
His holy City GOD will build,
Though levell'd even with the Ground,
Bring back his People, though dispers'd
Through all the Heathen Nations round.

2 He kindly heals the broken Hearts,
And all their bleeding Wounds does close;
He tells the Number of the Stars,
Their sev'ral Names exactly knows;
Great is the LORD, and great his Pow'r,
His heav'nly Wisdom has no Bound;
The Meek he raises, and throws down
The haughty Wicked to the Ground.

3 To GOD, the LORD, a Hymn of Praise,
With grateful Voices loudly sing;
To Songs of Triumph tune the Harp,
And touch with Skill each warbling String;
He covers Heav'n with floating Clouds,
And thence refreshing Rain bestows;
Through him on lofty Mountain-Tops,
The verdant Grass in Plenty grows.

4 He savage Beasts, that loosely range,
With timely wholesome Food supplies;
He feeds the Ravens tender Brood,
And satisfies their hungry Cries.
He values not the warlike Steed,
But does his Strength disdain;
The nimble Foot that swiftly runs,
No Prize from him can gain.

5 But he to him that fears his Name,
Mercy and tender Love extends;
To him that on his boundless Grace
With ever steadfast Hope depends.
Let Sion and Jerusalem
To GOD their constant Praise address,
Who fenc'd their Gates with massy Brass,
And does their num'rous Children bless.

6 Through all their Borders he gives Peace,
With finest Flour of Wheat they're fed;
He speaks the Word, and what he wills,
Accomplish'd is as soon as said.
Large Flakes of Snow, like fleecy Wool,
Gently descends at this Command;
And hoary Frost, like Ashes spread,
Is plenteous scatter'd o'er the Land.

7 When join'd to these, he does his Hail
These little icy Morsels send;
Who can against his piercing Cold,
Themselves sufficiently defend?
He sends his Word, which melts the Ice,
He makes the warmer Wind to blow,
And soon the Streams, congeal'd before,
Now thaw'd, in plenteous Currents flow.

8 By him his Statutes and Decrees
To Jacob's Sons were plainly shown,
And still to Israel's chosen Seed,
He makes righteous Precepts known,
No other Nations this can boast,
Nor did he ever yet afford
To Heathen Lands his Oracles,
And Knowledge of his sacred Word.