Praise the Lord, O my soul.@Psalm 103:1

Thomas Blacklock, 1754.

Park Street Frederick M. A. Venua, circa 1810 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Come, O my soul, in sacred lays
Attempt thy great creator’s praise:
But O, what tongue can speak His fame?
What verse can reach the lofty theme?
What verse can reach the lofty theme?

Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around Him shine,
Ten thousand suns around Him shine.

In all our maker’s grand designs,
Almighty power, with wisdom, shines;
His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Declare the glory of His name,
Declare the glory of His name.

Raised on devotion’s lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul, His glories sing;
And let His praise employ thy tongue
Till listening worlds shall join the song,
Till listening worlds shall join the song.