1 The Lord praise, praise my soul the Lord.
2 So long as I do live,
I'll praise the Lord wilt that I am,
Praise to my God I'll give.
3 Trust not in princes, nor mens sons,
Who can no succour send:
4 His breath goes forth to's earth he turns,
His thoughts that day do end.

5 O bless'd is he who hath the God
Of Jacob for his aid:
Whose hopeful confidence upon
The Lord his God is staid.
6 Who heav'n, earth, sea, all in them made,
Who aye his truth makes good.
7 Who for the oppressed judgment doth,
Who gives the hungry food.

8 The Lord doth loose the prisoners,
The Lord opes eyes of blind:
The Lord doth raise the bowed down,
The Lord to th' just is kind.
9 The Lord saves strangers, widows he
And fatherless doth raise.
But he of them who wicked be,
Doth overthrow the ways.

10 The Lord shall reign for evermore;
Thy God, O Sion, he
To generations all shall reign:
O praise Jehovah ye.