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Psalm 147 | O Sing Ye Hallelujah (4-part)

1912 Psalter


O  sing ye hallelujah!

’Tis good our God to praise.

’Tis pleasant and becoming

To Him our songs to raise;

He builds the walls of Zion,

He seeks her wandering sons;

He binds their wounds and comforts

The brokenhearted ones.


The starry hosts He numbers,

He calls them all by name;

His greatness and His wisdom

His wondrous works proclaim;

The meek He lifts to honor,

He humbles sinful pride.

Give thanks to Him and utter

His praises far and wide.


The heav’ns with clouds He covers,

He sends the cheering rain;

The slopes of all the mountains

He fills with grass and grain;

To beast and bird His goodness

Their daily food supplies;

He cares for all His creatures,

Attentive to their cries.


No human power delights Him,

No earthly pomp or pride;

He loves the meek who fear Him

And in His love confide;

Then praise thy God, O Zion,

His gracious aid confess;

He gives thee peace and plenty,

His gifts thy children bless.


He sends His swift commandment,

And snow and ice enfold

The world, and none are able

To stand before His cold.

Again He gives commandment:

The winds of summer blow,

The snow and ice are melted,

Again the waters flow.


His statutes and His judgments

He makes His people know;

To them as to no others

His grace He loves to show;

For matchless grace and mercy

Your grateful praises bring;

To give Him thanks forever

And Hallelujah sing.

Psalm 147 | O Sing Ye Hallelujah (4-part)

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