1 O praise the Lord, and thou, my soul,
Forever bless his Name:
His wond'rous love, while life shall last,
My constant praise shall claim.

2 The Lord, who made both heav'n and earth,
And all that they contain;
Will never quit his stedfast truth,
Nor make his promise vain.

3 The poor, oppress'd, from all their wrongs
Are eas'd by his decree;
He gives the hungry needful food,
And sets the pris'ners free.

4 By him the blind receive their sight,
The weak and fall'n he rears;
With kind regard and tender love
He for the righteous cares.

5 The stranger he preserves from harm,
The orphan kindly treats;
Defends the widow, and the wiles
Of wicked men defeats.

6 Then happy he, who Jacob's God
For his protector takes;
Who still, with well-plac'd hope, the Lord
His constant refuge makes.