Praise ye the Lord, O my soul,
Praise Him as long as you live;
Allow Him to take control,
Confess and He will forgive.
I praise the Lord for my life,
I will praise the Lord in song;
I will praise Him when in strife,
I will praise when things go wrong.
Put not you trust in princes,
In whom with no salvation;
Because no one convinces,
You as a new creation.
So, when your breath will depart,
You are returned to the earth;
Stopping plans within the heart,
Perishing of all your worth.
Bless is he whose help is God,
And whose hope is in the Lord;
In giving honor and laud,
That He is loved and adored.
He who made Heaven and earth,
The sea and all that is in;
And has given of us birth,
Allowing life to begin.
God who executes justice,
For all those who are oppressed;
Gives food who hungers as thus,
Cures addiction if obsessed.
The Lord sets prisoners free,
He opens eyes of the blind;
Blesses those on bended knee,
And who are humbled and kind.
For the Lord loves the righteous,
Watches over sojourners;
Helping those who are conscious,
Comfort who are returners.
The fatherless and widows,
Relieves them of their concern;
Comforts them of their sorrows,
Supplies to them what they yearn.
The Lord will reign forever,
Throughout all generations;
For His Word will not sever,
Gives faith its inspirations.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
