Praise Ye the Lord, the Almighty

Praise ye the Lord
The Almighty, The King of Creation!
Oh my soul, praise Him,
For He is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear,
Now to His temple draw near;
Join me in glad adoration.

Praise ye the Lord,
Who o'er all things so wondrously reigneth,
Shelters me under His wings,
Yea, so gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen
How thy desires e'er have been
Granted in what He ordaineth?

Praise ye the Lord,
Who with marvelous wisdom hath made thee,
Decked thee with health,
And with loving hand guided and stayed thee;
How oft in grief
Hath He not brought thee relief,
Spreading His wings for to shade thee.

Praise ye the Lord!
O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath,
Come now with praises before Him!
Let the men
Sound from His people again:
Gladly for aye we adore Him.