O praise the Lord, for He is good, His mercies never decay (Brady and Tate)

Verse 1

O praise the Lord, for he is good, His mercies ne'er decay: That his kind favours ever last Let thankful Isr'el say.

Verse 2

Their sense of his eternal love, Let Aaron's house express; And that it never fails, let all that fear the Lord confess.

Verse 3

To God I made my humble moan, With troubles quite opprest; And he releas'd me from my straits, And granted my request.

Verse 4

Since therefore God does on my side so graciously appear, Why should the vain attempts of men Possess my soul with fear?

Verse 5

The Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid What all the sons of earth can do, Since heav'n affords its aid.

Verse 6

'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee And have my God my friend, Than trust in men of high degree, And on their truth depend.

Verse 7

'Tis thro the Lord my heart is strong, In him my lips rejoice; While his salvation is my song, How cheerful is my voice!

Verse 8

Like angry bees, they girt me round; When God appears they fly; So burning thorns with crack'ling sound, Make a fierce blaze. and die.

Verse 9

Joy to the saints and peace belongs; The Lord protects their days: Let Isr'el tune immortal songs To his Almighty grace.

Verse 10

Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry And rescu'd from the grave; Now shall he live: (and none can die, If God resolve to save.)

Verse 11

Thy praise more constant than before, Shall fill his daily breath; Thy hand, that hath chastis'd him sore Defends him still from death.

Verse 12

Open the gates of Sion now, For we shall worship there; The house where all the righteous go Thy mercy to declare.

Verse 13

Amongst th' assemblies of thy saints Our thankful voice we raise; There we have told thee our complaints, And there we speak thy praise.

Verse 14

Behold the sure foundation stone Which God in Sion lays, To build our heav'nly hopes upon, And his eternal praise.

Verse 15

Chosen of God to sinners dear, And saints adore the name, They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame.

Verse 16

The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain; Yet on this Rock the church shall rest, And envy rage in vain.

Verse 17

What tho' the gates of hell withstood? Yet must this building rise: 'Tis thy own work, Almighty God, And wond'rous in our eyes.

Verse 18

This is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours his own; Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne.

Verse 19

To day he rose and left the dead; And satan's empire fell; To day the saints his triumphs spread, And all his wonders tell.

Verse 20

Hosanna to th' anointed king, To David's holy son, Help us, O Lord, descend and bring Salvation from thy throne.

Verse 21

Blest be the Lord, who comes to man With messages of grace: Who comes in God his Father's name To save our sinful race.

Verse 22

Hosannah in the highest strains The church on earth can raise; The highest heav'ns in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.

Verse 23

God is the Lord, through whom we all Both light and comfort find; Fast to the altar's horns with cords The chosen victim bind.

Verse 24

Thou art my Lord, O God, and still I'll praise thy holy name; Because thou only art my God, I'll celebrate thy fame.

Verse 25

O then with me give thanks to God, who still does gracious prove; And let the tribute of our praise Be endless as his love.