Psalm 147

PRaise ye the Lord, for it is good
unto our God to sing,
For it is pleasant, and to praise
it is a comely thing.
The Lord his own Jerusalem
doth raise and build alone,
And the out-casts of Israel
doth gather into one.

He heals the broken in their heart,
their sores up he doth binde,
He counts the number of the stars,
and names for them doth finde.
Great is the Lord, and of great power,
his wisdome hath no bound.
The Lord lifts up the meek, and casts
the wicked to the ground.

Sing with thanksgiving to the Lord,
always in him rejoice,
Unto the Lord our God sing ye
praises with harp and voice.
Who ore the Heavens spreads the clouds,
who for the earth below
Prepareth rain, who makes the grass
on mountains high to grow.

He gives the beast his food, he feeds
the ravens when they cry,
His pleasure not in strength of horse,
nor in mans legs doth lie.
But those that fear the holy Lord
and strive him to obey,
And on his mercy set their hope,
ev'n his delight are they.

The Second Part.

O praise the Lord, Jerusalem,
thy God, O Zion praise.
For he the bars hath strengthened
wherewith thy gates he staies.
Thy children he hath blest in thee,
And in thy borders he
Hath setled peace, and with the flow'r
of wheat he filleth thee.

He sends out his Commandement,
his creatures all unto
On earth, and swiftly runs the Word
which from his mouth doth go.
His snow both soft and white like wooll
on earth he giveth out,
His hoary frost like ashes he
doth scatter round about.

His ice or hail like morsels he
doth cast out with his hand,
Before the sharpness of his cold,
who able is to stand?
He sendeth forth his powerful Word,
and melteth them again,
His winds he makes to blow, and then
the waters flow amain.

The doctrine of his holy Word
to Jacob he doth show,
His statutes and his judgements he
gives Israel to know.
He with no nation thus hath dealt,
his judgements and his Word
Not any one of them hath known;
praise ye the living Lord.