J EHOVAH praise with one consent,
How comely, sweet, how excellent,
To sing our Great Creator's praise!
Whose Hands late-ruin'd Salem raise,
Collecting scatter'd Israel,
That they in their own towns may dwell.
He cures the sorrows of our minds,
Our wounds embalms and softly binds.
He numbers heav'n's bright sparkling flames,
And calls them by their sev'ral names.
Great is our God, and Great in Might;
His knowledge O most infinite!
The humble unto thrones erects,
The insolent to earth dejects.
Present your thanks to our Great King,
On solemn harps His praises sing,
Who heav'n with gloomy vapours hides,
And timely rain for earth provides.
With grass He clothes the pregnant hills,
And hungry beasts with herbage fills.
He seeks the raven's croaking brood
(Left by the old) that cry for food.

Part II.

He cares not for the strength of horse,
Nor man's strong limbs and matchless force;
But those affects who in His path
Their feet direct with constant faith.
O Solyma, Jehovah praise!
To God thy voice, O Sion, raise!
Who hath thy city fortified,
Thy streets with citizens supplied,
Firm peace in all thy borders set,
And fed thee with the flour of wheat.
He sends forth His commands which fly
More swift than lightning through the sky;
The snow like wool on mountains spreads,
And hoary frosts like ashes sheds;
While solid floods their course refrain,
What mortal can His cold sustain?
At His command, by wind and sun
Dissolv'd th' unfetter'd rivers run.
His laws to Jacob He hath shown,
His judgments are to Israel known.
Not so with other nations deals,
From whom His statutes He conceals.