Only Version ❧ HM/HMD · 6·6·6·6·8·8 (D)
1 Praise ye the Lord, for it is good praises to sing, to our God for it’s sweet, praise is a comely thing. 2 Jerusalem the Lord up-rears, outcasts gathers of Isr’el them.
3 The broke in heart he heals: and up their wounds doth bind. 4 The stars by number tells: he calls them all by kind. 5 Our Lord great is, and of great might, yea infinite his knowledge ‘tis.
6 The Lord sets up the low: wicked to ground doth fling. 7 Sing thanks the Lord unto on harp, our God’s praise sing. 8 Who clouds the skies, to earth gives rain: who on mountains makes grass to rise.
9 Beasts, he and ravens’ young when as they cry feeds them. 10 Joys not in horses strong: nor in the legs of men. 11 The Lord doth place his pleasure where men do him fear, and hope on’s grace.
12 Jerusalem, God praise: Zion thy God confess. 13 For thy gates bars he stays: in thee thy sons doth bless. 14 Peace maketh he in borders thine: with wheat so fine he filleth thee.
15 On earth sends his decree: swiftly his word doth pass. 16 Gives snow like wool, spreads he his hoar frost ashes as. 17 His ice doth cast like morsels to: ‘fore his cold who can stand stedfast?
18 His word sends, and them thaws: makes wind blow, water flows. 19 His word, Jacob; his laws, and judgments Isr’el shows. 20 He hath so done no nations to, judgments also they have not known. Hallelujah.