Classic Poem

Praise ye the Lord from pole to pole!
Praise Thou the Lord, my soul, my soul!
Long as I live, my voice shall raise,
My pulse repeat, the song of praise.

In men, in princes, put no trust;
Their breath goes forth, they turn to dust;
Then, fleeting like the flower of grass,
Perish their thoughts, their glories pass.

Thrice happy he whose heart can say
" The God of Jacob is my stay;
The Lord of Hosts my help shall be,
Who made the heaven, the earth, the sea. "

The Lord avenges the opprest,
He sends the wandering stranger rest;
The Lord unbinds the prisoner's chain,
He sets the fallen up again.

The Lord restores the blind to sight,
Gives strength to them that have no might;
The Lord relieves, in their distress,
The widow and the fatherless.

The Lord supplies the poor with food,
He loves to do the righteous good;
But for the wicked, in his wrath,
He turns destruction on their path.

The Lord shall reign for evermore,
Thy King, O Zion! — Him adore;
Let unborn generations raise
To God, thy God, the song of praise!