O praise the Lord, 'tis sweet to raise

Verse 1

O praise the LORD, 'tis sweet to raise, The grateful heart to God in praise; When fallen raised, when lost restored, O it is sweet to praise the LORD!

Verse 2

Great is His power, Divine His skill, His love Diviner, greater still; The sinner's Friend, the mourner's Stay, He send no suppliant sad away.

Verse 3

The lions roar to Him for bread, The ravens by His hand are fed; And shall His chosen flock despair: Shall they mistrust their Shepherd's care?

Verse 4

His Church is precious in His sight; He makes her glory His delight. His treasures on her head are poured; O Zion's children, praise the LORD!