Praise Thou The Lord The Omnipotent Mona
Praise thou the Lord, the omnipotent Monarch of Glory;
Join in, my soul, with the heavenly choir in their story;
Come and partake;
Psalt’ry and harp also wake:
Sing the Creator’s great glory!
Praise thou the Lord, who e’er ruleth and guideth all surely;
Over life’s pathway, so fearful, He leads thee securely;
Ever He sends
Mercies and blessings and friends;
Then from thy heart thank Him truly.
Praise thou the Lord, who hath fearfully, wondrously made thee,
Health has vouchsafed, and when heedlessly falling hath stayed thee;
Fainting and weak,
When not a word thou couldst speak,
Wings of His mercy did shade thee.
Praise thou the Lord, who thy life hath so visibly guided,
Streams of free grace, in His Son, for thy sin hath provided;
Plain to thy view,
God, the Almighty and True,
Ne’er from His child is divided.
Praise thou the Lord, and forget all His benefits never;
Swell the loud chorus, ye chosen, till broad as a river
Upward it stream;
Soul, O forget not this theme:
Praise Him, O praise Him forever.