1 Praise ye the Lord, my Heart shall join
In Works 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 Isr'el'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 hath Eyes to give 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 Sion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting Strains.