In God’s own house pronounce his praise,
His grace he there reveals;
To heav’n your joy and wonder raise,
For there his glory dwells

In God’s own house pronounce his praise,
His grace he there reveals;
To heav’n your joy and wonder raise,
For there his glory dwells
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
The Lord takes pleasure in the just,
Whom sinners treat with scorn;
The meek that lie despised in dust
Salvation shall adorn.
Praise[a] the Lord! Sing to the Lord a new song,And His praise in the assembly of saints. 2 Let Israel rejoice in their Maker;Let the children of Zion be joyful in their King.3 Let them praise His name with the dance;Let them sing praises to Him with the timbrel and harp.4 For the Lord takes pleasure in […]
Thou sun with dazzling rays,
And moon that rules the night,
Shine to your Maker’s praise,
With stars of twinkling light:
Praise the Lord from the heavens;
Praise Him in the heights!
With songs and honors sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high;
Over the heav’ns He spreads His cloud,
And waters veil the sky.
Great is our Lord, and mighty in power;
His understanding is infinite.
The Lord lifts up the humble;
He casts the wicked down to the ground.
The Lord gives eyesight to the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind.
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow, and the fatherless.