PRAISE YE THE LORD, 'TIS GOOD TO RAISE

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Praise ye the Lord, 'tis good to raise
our hearts and voices in his praise:
his nature and his works invite
to make this duty our delight,
to make this duty our delight.

[2]
He forms the stars, those heavenly flames,
he counts their numbers, calls their names;
his wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,
a deep where all our thoughts are drowned,
a deep where all our thoughts are drowned.

[3]
Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
who spreads his clouds along the sky;
there he prepares the fruitful rain,
nor lets the drops descend in vain,
nor lets the drops descend in vain.

[4]
He makes the grass the hills adorn,
and clothes the smiling fields with com;
the beasts with food his hands supply,
and the young ravens when they cry,
and the young ravens when they cry.

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And saints are precious in his sight,
he views his children with delight;
he sees their hope, he knows their fear,
and looks, and loves his image there,
and looks, and loves his image there.