Psalm 147

PRaise ye the Lord, for it is meet
The praises of our God to sing:
For it is an employment sweet,
And praise a very comely thing.
The Lord doth build Jerusalem,
The outcasts gleans of Israels bounds:
The broke in heart he healeth them,
And bindeth up their bleeding wounds.
The number of the starres he tells,
And all their names he doth recite:
Great is the Lord, his pow'r excells:
His understanding infinite.
Poor humble souls the Lord doth raise,
But treads the wicked to the ground
Sing to the Lord with thanks & praise,
And with the harps harmonious sound.
Who with thick clouds orespreads the skie,
Prepared rain on earth distills:
And makes the earth to fructifie
With store of grass on highest hills.
Who to the beast doth food allot,
And feeds young ravens when they call:
The strength of horse delights him not,
Nor yet the legs of champion tall.
Who fear him he delights in them,
And such as on his grace rely:
Praise, praise thy God Jerusalem,
Thy God ô Sion magnifie.
Thy children in thee he hath blest,
Strengthned the barrs wch bar thy gates:
Of wheat he fills thee with the best,
And in thy borders peace creates.
He sends out his commandment full:
His word through th'air most swiftly posts:
He gives us snow like gentle wool,
He spreads like ashes hoary frosts.
His ice like morsells casts about,
His pinching cold who can sustain?
His pow'rfull Word he sendeth out,
And makes the waters melt again.
His pow'r doth cause the winds to blow,
Whereby the rugged waters flows:
His Word to Jacob he doth show,
His laws and judgments Israel knows.
He dealt not so with other lands,
As for the Judgments of the Lord,
No heathen people understands;
Do ye therefore his praise record.