1.

Praise, praise thy God, my Soul; his Name
To Life's last date my thanks shall claim,
And, long as I exist, my lyre
Shall wake to sing th' eternal Sire.

2.

O seek not, with presumption vain,
Your hope on Princes to sustain,
Nor trust, when threat'ning ills invade,
The strengthless prop of human aid.

3.

His breath resign'd, on earth's low bed
Behold the Mortal rest his head;
Nor farther shall his Thoughts extend,
But with him to the grave descend.

4.

Blest, who their help in Thee alone,
The God to Jacob 's Offspring known,
Have found, and to the hand divine
In each distress their care resign:

5.

That hand, that form'd the Heav'ns and Earth
And call'd the watry Deep to birth,
With All that in the ample round
Of Nature's utmost reign is found.

6.

'Tis God's, whose Truth, through Ages past
Confirm'd, shall time's extent outlast;
'Tis His, the injur'd cause to right,
And crush the arm of lawless Might;

7.

'Tis his to loose the Captive's chain,
With bread the hungry to sustain,
The blind restore, the weak uprear,
And save the souls that own his fear.

8.

Through distant regions doom'd to roam,
In Him the stranger finds a home;
'Tis His, the Orphan's breast to chear,
And wipe the heart-swoln Widow's tear.

9.

The impious souls, whose Love of ill,
To rash transgression prompts their will,
Who dare from his Decrees to stray,
Shall reap the error of their way.

10.

O Sion , in thy God confide,
And know how fix'd his Reign, how wide;
O'er subject Worlds his just Command
To endless age confirm'd shall stand.