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==Lyrics from [[A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840]]== | |||
Hymn 54<br> | |||
[[L.M.]]<br> | |||
1. Praise ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise<br> | |||
Your hearts and voices in his praise:<br> | |||
His nature and his works invite<br> | |||
To make this duty our delight. | |||
2. He formed the stars, those heavenly flames;<br> | |||
He counts their numbers, calls their names;<br> | |||
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,<br> | |||
A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. | |||
3. Sing to the Lord; exalt him high,<br> | |||
Who spreads his clouds along the sky:<br> | |||
There he prepares the fruitful rain,<br> | |||
For lets the drop descend in vain. | |||
4. He makes the grass the hills adorn,<br> | |||
And clothes the smiling fields with corn:<br> | |||
The beasts with food his hands supply,<br> | |||
And the young ravens when they cry. | |||
5. And saints are lovely in his sight,<br> | |||
He views his children with delight;<br> | |||
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,<br> | |||
And looks and loves his image there. | |||
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Revision as of 09:09, 14 July 2007
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Lyrics
- Copyright: Public Domain
Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840
Hymn 54
L.M.
1. Praise ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise
Your hearts and voices in his praise:
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.
2. He formed the stars, those heavenly flames;
He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.
3. Sing to the Lord; exalt him high,
Who spreads his clouds along the sky:
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
For lets the drop descend in vain.
4. He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn:
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
5. And saints are lovely in his sight,
He views his children with delight;
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks and loves his image there.