PSAL. CXLVII. Second Meeter. Hallelujah

Praise ye the Lord, for good it is praise to our God to sing: Because a pleasant thing is this, praise is a comely thing. Jehovah doth Jerusalem her buildings up repair: He doth together gather them that Israels out-casts are.

The broken ones in heart he heals and binds their sorrows all. The number of the stars he tells all them by names doth call. Great is our God, and of great might his knowledge without bound. The Lord lifts up the humble wight, the wicked casts to ground.

Unto Jehovah see that you sing out with thanksgiving Upon the harp our God unto see that you praises sing. Who overspreads with clouds the sky who for the earth below. Prepareth rain: on mountains high who causeth grass to grow.

To beasts their food, to ravens young who giveth when they cry. His pleasure not in horses strong nor in mans legs doth ly. Who fear the Lord he joys in them, whose hope on's mercy stays. The Lord praise O Jerusalem, thy God O Sion praise.

For thy gates bars he hath made strong thy children in thee blest. He maketh peace thy coasts along, thee fills with wheat o'th' best. He forth on earth sends his decree, his word is swiftly past. He giveth snow like wool, and he doth frost as ashes cast.

Like morsels forth he sends his ice who can his cold sustain? He sendeth forth his word likewise, and melteth them again; His wind he causeth for to blow and then the waters flow. He Jacob did his word, his laws, and judgments Israel show.

With any of the nations done in like sort hath not he. And judgments his they have not knows O praise Jehovah ye.