James Montgomery · 144 of 363

Hymn 141: Praise ye the Lord, from pole to pole

HYMN CXLI.

Praise ye the Lord, from pole to pole! Praise thou the Lord, my soul, my soul! Long as I live, my voice shall raise, My pulse repeat, the song of praise.

In men, in princes, put no trust: Their breath goes forth, they turn to dust; Then, fleeting as the flower of grass, Perish their thoughts, their glories pass.

Thrice happy he whose heart can say, "The God of Jacob is my stay: The Lord of hosts my help shall be, Who made the heaven, the earth, the sea."

The Lord avenges the opprest, He sends the wandering stranger rest; The Lord unbinds the prisoner's chain, He sets the fallen up again.

The Lord restores the blind to sight, Gives strength to them that have no might; The Lord relieves in their distress The widow and the fatherless.

The Lord supplies the poor with food, He loves to do the righteous good; But for the wicked, in his wrath, He turns destruction on their path.

The Lord shall reign for evermore, Thy King, O Zion!--Him adore; Let unborn generations raise To God, thy God, the song of praise.