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Praise the Lord
How good it is to sing praises to our God
How pleasant and fitting to praise Him!
Praise the Lord

The Lord builds up Jerusalem
He gathers the Israel’s exiles
He heals the brokenhearted
And binds up their wounds and restores their smiles

He determines the number of the stars
And calls them by name each
Great is our Lord and mighty in power
His understanding has no limit, they cannot be reached

The Lord sustains the humble
But casts the wicked to the ground
Sing to the Lord with grateful praise
Make music to our God on the harp with proud

He covers the sky with clouds
He supplies the earth with rain
And makes grass grow on the hills
Night by night, day by day

He provides food for the cattle
And for the young ravens when they call
His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse
Nor His delight in the legs of the warrior who’s small or tall

The Lord delights in those who fear Him
Who put their hope in His unfailing love
Extol the Lord, Jerusalem
Praise Your God, Zion, the God from above

He strengthens the bars of your gates
And blesses your people within you
He grants peace to your borders
And with the finest of wheat satisfies you

He sends His command to the earth
His word runs swiftly not crashing
He spreads the snow like wool
And scatters the frost like ashes

He hurls down His hail like pebbles
Who can withstand His icy blast?
He sends His word and melts them
He stirs up His breezes, and the waters flow, the life to last

He has revealed His will to Jacob
His laws and decrees to Israel with His word
He has done this for no other nation
They do not know His laws. Praise the Lord