Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Praise ye the Lord; our God to praise my soul her utmost pow'r shall raise, With private friends, and in the throng of saints his praise shall be my song. 2 His works for greatness though renowned, his wondrous works with ease are found By those who seek for them aright, and in the pious search delight. 3 His works are all of matchless fame, and universal glory claim; His truth, confirmed through ages past, shall to eternal ages last. 4 By precept he has us enjoined to keep his wondrous works in mind; And to posterity record, that good and gracious is our Lord. 5 His bounty, like a flowing tide, has all his servants' wants supplied; And he will ever keep in mind his cov'nant with our fathers signed. 6 At once astonished and o'erjoyed, they saw his matchless pow'r employed; Whereby the heathen were suppressed, and we their heritage possessed. 7 Just are the dealings of his hands, immutable are his commands; 8 By truth and equity sustained, and for eternal rules ordained. 9 He set his saints from bondage free, and then established his decree, For ever to remain the same; holy and rev'rend is his Name. 10 Who wisdom's sacred prize would win, must with the fear of God begin; Immortal praise and heavenly skill have they, who know and do his will.