paroles de chanson Praise to the Lord - Page CXVI

Praise to the Lord
The almighty,
The king of creation.
Oh my soul praise him
For he is thy health and salvation.
All ye who hear
Now to his temple draw near

Praise to the Lord
Who hath fearfully
Wondrously made thee.
Health hath vouched safed
And when heedlessly falling
Hath stayed thee.
What need or grief
Ever hath failed of relief
Praise him, praise him
Praise him, praise him
Praise him, praise him
Praise him

Praise to the Lord
Who when tempests
Their warfare are waging
Who when the elements
Madly around thee are raging
Biddeth them cease
Turneth their fury to peace
Praise him, praise him
Praise him, praise him
Praise him, praise him
Praise him

The whirlwinds assuaging
The whirlwinds assuaging

Praise to the Lord
O let all that is in me
Adore him
All that hath life and breath
Come now
With praises before him

Praise him, (praise him)
Praise him, (praise him)
Praise him, (praise him)
Praise him, (praise him)

Praise him, praise him
Praise him, praise him
Praise him, praise him
Praise him

The whirlwinds assuaging
The whirlwinds assuaging