PRAISE YE THE LORD, MY HEART SHALL JOIN
"Praise ye the Lord." Psalms 146:1
Words: Isaac Watts (1674-1748).
Music: "Luton," G. Burder, 1774.
Praise ye the Lord! my heart shall join
In work so pleasant, so divine:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.
Praise shall employ my noblest powers,
While immortality endures;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.
Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust;
Their breath departs, their pomp, and power,
And thoughts, all vanish in an hour.
Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train,
And none shall find His promise vain.
His truth forever stands secure;
He saves th'oppressed, He feeds the poor;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless.
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.
He loves his saints, He knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns;
Praise Him in everlasting strains.