Praise to the Lord

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation
O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation
All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near
Praise Him in glad adoration 

Praise to the Lord, who o’er all things so wondrously reigneth
Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth
Hast thou not seen how thy desires e’er have been
Granted in what He ordaineth

 Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee

Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee

Ponder anew what the Almighty can do

If with His love He befriend thee

Praise to the Lord, who, when tempests their warfare are waging

Who, when the elements madly around thee are raging

Biddeth them cease, turneth their fury to peace

Whirlwinds and waters assuaging 

Praise to the Lord, who, when darkness of sin is abounding

Who, when the godless do triumph, all virtue confounding
Sheddeth His light, chaseth the horrors of night
Saints with His mercy surrounding 

Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him

All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him

Let the Amen sound from His people again

Gladly for aye we adore Him