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<h2>PRAISE YE THE LORD, &#8217;TIS GOOD TO RAISE</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;Praise the Lord. How good it is to sing praises to our God.&#8221; Psalm 147:1</h3></p>
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<p class="Line1" id="Psalms.332.p0.31">Praise ye the Lord; &#8217;tis good to raise<br>
Our hearts and voices in His praise;<br>
His nature and His works invite<br>
To make this duty our delight.</p>
<p class="Line1" id="Psalms.332.p0.36">The Lord builds up Jerusalem,<br>
And gathers nations to His Name;<br>
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,<br>
And makes the broken spirit whole.</p>
<p class="Line1" id="Psalms.332.p0.41">He formed the stars, those heav&#8217;nly flames;<br>
He counts their numbers, calls their names;<br>
His wisdom&#8217;s vast, and knows no bound,<br>
A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.</p>
<p class="Line1" id="Psalms.332.p0.46">Great is our Lord, and great His might;<br>
And all His glories infinite:<br>
He crowns the meek, rewards the just,<br>
And treads the wicked to the dust.</p>
<p class="Line1" id="Psalms.332.p1.2">Sing to the Lord, exalt Him high,<br>
Who spreads His clouds all round the sky;<br>
There He prepares the fruitful rain,<br>
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.</p>
<p class="Line1" id="Psalms.332.p1.7">He makes the grass the hills adorn,<br>
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;<br>
The beasts with food His hands supply,<br>
And the young ravens when they cry.</p>
<p class="Line1" id="Psalms.332.p1.12">What is the creature&#8217;s skill or force,<br>
The sprightly man, the warlike horse,<br>
The nimble wit, the active limb?<br>
All are too mean delights for Him.</p>
<p class="Line1" id="Psalms.332.p1.17">But saints are lovely in His sight,<br>
He views His children with delight;<br>
He sees their hope, He knows their fear,<br>
And looks, and loves His image there.</p>
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