Praise to the Lord, the Almighty
The King of creation!
O my soul, praise Him, for he is thy health
And salvation!
All ye who hear
Brothers and sisters, draw near
Praise Him in glad adoration
Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper the work
And defend thee
Surely His goodness and mercy here daily
Attend thee
Ponder anew
What the Almighty can do
Who with His love doth befriend thee
Praise the Lord, who doth nourish thy life
And restore thee
Fitting thee well for the tasks that are
Ever before thee
Then to thy need
He like a mother doth speed
Spreading the wings of grace o'er thee
Praise to the Lord who when tempests
Their warfare are waging
Who, when the elements madly around
Thee are raging
Biddeth them cease
Turneth their fury to peace
Whirlwinds and waters assuaging
Praise to the Lord, who, when darkness of
Sin is abounding
Who, when the godless do triumph
All virtue confounding
Sheddeth His light
Chaseth the horrors of night
Saints with His mercy surrounding