^1Praise ye the Lord; for it is good

praise to our God to sing:

For it is pleasant, and to praise

it is a comely thing.

^2God doth build up Jerusalem;

and he it is alone

That the dispers'd of Israel

doth gather into one.

^3Those that are broken in their heart,

and grieved in their minds,

He healeth, and their painful wounds

he tenderly up-binds.

^4He counts the number of the stars;

he names them ev'ry one.

^5Great is our Lord, and of great pow'r;

his wisdom search can none.

^6The Lord lifts up the meek; and casts

the wicked to the ground.

^7Sing to the Lord, and give him thanks;

on harp his praises sound;

^8Who covereth the heav'n with clouds,

who for the earth below

Prepareth rain, who maketh grass

upon the mountains grow.

^9He gives the beast his food, he feeds

the ravens young that cry.

^10His pleasure not in horses' strength,

nor in man's legs, doth lie.

^11But in all those that do him fear

the Lord doth pleasure take;

In those that to his mercy do

by hope themselves betake.

^12The Lord praise, O Jerusalem;

Sion, thy God confess:

^13For thy gates' bars he maketh strong;

thy sons in thee doth bless.

^14He in thy borders maketh peace;

with fine wheat filleth thee.

^15He sends forth his command on earth,

his word runs speedily.

^16Hoar-frost, like ashes, scatt'reth he;

like wool he snow doth give:

^17Like morsels casteth forth his ice;

who in its cold can live?

^18He sendeth forth his mighty word,

and melteth them again;

His wind he makes to blow, and then

the waters flow amain.

^19The doctrine of his holy word

to Jacob he doth show;

His statutes and his judgments he

gives Israel to know.

^20To any nation never he

such favour did afford;

For they his judgments have not known.

O do ye praise the Lord.