Psalm 146

Iy soul, inspired with sacred love,
The Lord thy God delight to praise:
His gifts I will for Him improve,
To Him devote my happy days:
To Him my thanks and praises give.
And only for His glory live.

Long as my God shall lend me breath,
My every pulse shall beat for Him;
And when my voice is lost in death,
My spirit shall resume the theme;
The gracious theme, for ever new.
Through all eternity pursue.

Trust in the Lord, ye saints of His!
All human confidence is vain;
Cease ye from man, for ever cease!
No help is found in faithless man;
The great ones of the earth look through,
They cannot help themselves or you.

Soon as the breath of man expires,
Again he to his earth shall turn:
Where then are all his vain desires,
His love and hate, esteem and scorn?
All, all at that last gasp are o'er;
He falls to rise on earth no more!

He then is bless'd, and only he.
Whose hope is in the Lord his God;
Vho can to Him for succour flee
That spreads the heaven and earth abroad:
That still the universe sustains.
And Lord of His creation reigns.

True to His everlasting word,
He loves the injured to redress;
Poor, helpless souls the bounteous Lord
Relieves, and fills with plenteousness':
He sets the mournful prisoners free.
He bids the blind their Saviour see!

Jehovah lifts the fallen up;
Jehovah loves the righteous race;
The stranger's and the widow's hope,
The Father of the fatherless:
Sinners He views with angry frown.
And turns their counsels ujDside down.

The Iord thy God, O Sion, reigns
Supreme in mercy as in power.
The endless theme of heavenly strains,
When time and death shall be no more;
And all eternity shall prove
Too short to utter all His love.