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Praise Ye the Lord
Verse 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.
Your hearts and voices in His praise;
His nature and His works invite
To make this duty our delight.
Verse 2
He formed the stars, those heavenly flames,
He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.
He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.
Verse 3
Sing to the Lord, exalt Him high,
Who spreads His clouds along the sky;
There He prepare the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.
Who spreads His clouds along the sky;
There He prepare the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.
Verse 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.
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food His hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
Verse 5
His 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.
He views His children with delight;
He sees their hope, He knows their fear,
And looks and loves His image there.
Baker's hymn celebrating all creation praising the Lord.