M0:|c:Bb|m:4/4|t:EWS 26 (2) Praise ye the Lord; ’tis good to raise|r:8888|i:ZEUNER'S CHANT|a:Isaac Watts (1674-1748)|h:Heinrich Christoph Zeuner (1795-1857)
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E1:Praise ye the Lord; ’tis good to raise/Our hearts and voi_ces in His praise;/His na_ture and His works in_vite/To make this du_ty our de_light.
E2:The Lord builds up Je_ru_sa_lem,/And ga_thers na_tions to His name;/His mer_cy melts the stub_born soul,/And makes the bro_ken spi_rit whole.
E3:He formed the stars, those heav’n_ly flames;/He counts their num_bers, calls their names;/His wis_dom’s vast, and knows no bound,/A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.
E4:Great is our Lord, and great His might;/And all His glo_ries in_fi_nite:/He crowns the meek, re_wards the just,/And treads the wick_ed to the dust.
E5:Sing to the Lord, ex_alt Him high,/Who spreads His clouds all round the sky;/There He pre_pares the fruit_ful rain,/Nor lets the drops des_cend in vain.
E6:He makes the grass the hills a_dorn,/And clothes the smil_ing fields with corn;/The beasts with food His hands sup_ply,/And the young ra_vens when they cry.
E7:What is the crea_ture’s skill or force,/The spright_ly man, the war_like horse,/The nim_ble wit, the ac_tive limb?/All are too mean de_lights for Him./
