Methodist-Hymns-079
1: PRAISE ye the Lord! Tis good to raise
Your hearts and voices in His praise:
His nature and His works invite
To make this duty our delight.
2: He formed the stars, those heavenly flames,
He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdoms vast, and knows no bound,
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.
4: He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food His hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
5: What is the creatures skill or force?
The sprightly man, or warlike horse?
The piercing wit, the active limb?
All are too mean delights for him.
6: But saints are lovely in his sight,
He views his children with delight;
He sees their hope, He knows their fear,
And looks, and loves His image there.