Psalm 113
Words: The Psalter of the United Presbyterian Church of North America, 1887 ed.
Note: There is also a Long Metre version on this page.
1 Praise God; ye servants of the Lord,
Praise God, his name adore.
Yea, blessèd be the name of God
Henceforth and evermore.
2 From rising sun to where it sets,
God's name is to be praised.
Above all nations God is high,
'Bove heav'ns his glory raised.
3 Unto the Lord our God that dwells
On high, who can compare?
Himself that humbleth things to see
In heav'n and earth that are.
4 He from the dust doth raise the poor,
That very low doth lie;
And from the dunghill lifts the man
Oppressed with poverty.
5 That he may highly him advance,
And with the princes set;
With those that of his people are
The chief, ev'n princes great.
6 The barren woman house to keep
He maketh, and to be
Of sons a mother full of joy.
Praise to the Lord give ye.
1 Praise God, ye servants of the Lord,
Praise, praise his name with one accord;
Bless ye the Lord, his name adore
From this time forth forevermore.
2 From rising unto setting sun,
Praised be the Lord, the mighty one.
O'er nations all God reigns supreme,
Above the heavens his glories beam.
3 O who is like the Lord, our God,
Who makes the heavens his abode;
Who stoops to see from his high throne
What things in heav'n and earth are done?
4 From dust he makes the poor to rise,
The needy who in dunghill lies;
That he with princes may him place,
With princes of his chosen race.
5 He gives the barren woman joy,
In keeping house she finds employ,
And children joy to her afford.
Praise ye Jehovah; praise the Lord.
