Psalm 146

Words: Isaac Watts
(Note: two versions on this page)

Long Metre

   1  Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join
      in work so pleasant, so divine;
      Now, while the flesh is mine abode,
      And when my soul ascends to God.

   2  Praise shall employ my noblest powers,
      While immortality endures;
      My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
      While life, and thought, and being last.

   3  Why should I make a man my trust?
      Princes must die and turn to dust;
      Their breath departs, their pomp, and power,
      And thoughts, all vanish in an hour.

   4  Happy the  man whose hopes rely
      On Isr'el's god; he made the sky,
      And earth, and seas, with all their train,
      And none shall find his promise vain.

   5  His truth for ever stands secure;
      He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor;
      He sends the laboring conscience peace,
      And grants the prisoner sweet release.

   6  The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
      The Lord supports the sinking mind;
      He helps the stranger in distress,
      The widow and the fatherless.

   7  He loves his saints, he knows them well,
      But turns the wicked down to hell:
      Thy god, O Zion! ever reigns;
      Praise him in everlasting strains.

Another of the same

Long Metre (888 888)

   1  I'll praise my Maker while I've breath,
      And when my voice is lost in death,
         Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
      My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
      While life, and thought, and being last,
         Or immortality endures. 

   2  Why should I make a man my trust?
      Princes must die and turn to dust;
         Vain is the help of flesh and blood
      Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r,
      And thoughts all vanish in an hour,
         Nor can they make their promise good.

   3  Happy the man whose hopes rely
      On Israel's God: he made the sky,
         And earth, and seas, with all their train;
      His truth for ever stands secure,
      He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor,
         And none shall find his promise vain. 

   4  The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
      The Lord supports the sinking mind;
         He sends the laboring conscience peace;
      He helps the stranger in distress,
      The widow, and the fatherless,
         And grants the prisoner sweet release.

   5  He loves his saints, he knows them well,
      But turns the wicked down to hell;
         thy God, O Zion! ever reigns:
      Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age,
      In this exalted work engage;
         Praise him in everlasting strains.

   6  I'll praise him while he lends me breath,
      And when my voice is lost in death,
         Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
      My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
      While life, and thought, and being last,
         Or immortality endures.


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