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