1 Praise ye the Lord; for it is goodpraise to our God to sing:For it is pleasant, and to praiseit is a comely thing.
2 God doth build up Jerusalem;and he it is aloneThat the dispers'd of Israeldoth gather into one.
3 Those that are broken in their heart,and grieved in their minds,He healeth, and their painful woundshe tenderly up-binds.
4 He counts the number of the stars;he names them ev'ry one.
5 Great is our Lord, and of great pow'r;his wisdom search can none.
6 The Lord lifts up the meek; and caststhe wicked to the ground.