Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near
Praise Him in glad adoration
Praise to the Lord, Who over all things so wondrously reigneth
Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen how thy desires ever have been
Granted in what He ordaineth?
Praise to the Lord, Who hath fearfully, wondrously, made thee
Health hath vouchsafed and, when heedlessly falling, hath stayed thee
What need or grief ever hath failed of relief?
Wings of His mercy did shade thee
Praise to the Lord, Who doth prosper thy work and defend thee
Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee
Ponder anew what the Almighty can do
If with His love He befriend thee
Praise to the Lord, Who, when tempests their warfare are waging
Who, when the elements madly around thee are raging
Biddeth them cease, turneth their fury to peace
Whirlwinds and waters assuaging
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Praise to the Lord, Who, when darkness of sin is abounding
Who, when the godless do triumph, all virtue confounding
Sheddeth His light, chaseth the horrors of night
Saints with His mercy surrounding
Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him
Let the Amen sound from His people again
Gladly for all we adore Him
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