- Praise ye the Lord,
- for it is good unto our God to sing:
- For it pleasant,
- and to praise it is a comely thing.
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- 2 The Lord his own Jerusalem,
- he buildeth up alone,
- and the dispersed of Israel,
- doth gather into one.
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- 3 He heals the broken in their heart,
- their sores up doth he bind:
- 4 He counts the number of the stars,
- and names them in their kind:
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- 5 Great is the Lord, great is his power,
- his wisdom infinity:
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- 6 The Lord relieves the meek and throws
- to ground the wicked wight.
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- 7 Sing unto the Lord with praise,
- unto the Lord rejoice:
- And to our God upon the harp,
- advance your singing voice.
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- 8 He covers heaven with clouds, and for
- the earth prepareth rain:
- And on the mountains he doth make
- the grass to grow amane.
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- 9 He gives to beasts their food, and to
- young Ravens when they cry:
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- 10 His pleasure not in strength of horse,
- nor in man’s legs doth lie.
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- 11 But in all those, that fear the Lord,
- the Lord hath his delight:
- And such as do attend upon,
- his mercies shining light.