Methodist-Hymns-045
1: MY soul, praise the Lord!
O God, Thou art great:
In fathomless works
Thyself Thou dost hide.
Before Thy dark wisdom
And power uncreate,
Man’s mind, that dare praise Thee,
In fear must abide.
2: This earth where we dwell,
That journeys in space,
With air as a robe
Thou wrappest around:
Her countries she turneth
To greet the sun’s face,
Then plungeth to slumber
In darkness profound.
3: All seemeth so sure,
Yet nought doth remain:
Unending their change
Obeys Thy decree.
The valleys of ocean
Stand up a dry plain,
Thou whelmest the mountains
Beneath the deep sea.
4: The clouds gather rain
And melt o’er the land,
Then back to the sun
Are drawn by His shine:
Whereby the corn springeth
Through toil of man’s hand,
And vineyards that gladden
His heart with good wine.
5: All beasts of the field
Rejoice in their life;
Among the tall trees
Are light birds on wing:
With strains of their music
The woodlands are rife;
They nest in thick branches
And welcome sweet spring.
6: Lo, there is Thy sea,
Whose bosom below
With creatures doth teem,
Above, the ships laden
With merchandise go,
Nor fear the wild waters,
Nor rage of rude wind.
7: O God, Thou art great!
No greatness I see,
Except Thee alone,
Thy praise to record.
On all Thy works musing
My pleasure shall be;
My joy shall be singing:
My soul, praise the Lord!
