PRAISE the Lord, for He is good, That His kind favours ever last, Let thankful Israel say. Joy fills the dwelling of the just, Whom God has saved from harm; For wondrous things are brought to pass By His Almighty arm. God will not suffer me to fall, But still prolongs my days; Then open wide the temple-gates (III.) CXVIII. JOY and salvation in the tents Of righteous men abound; The right hand of the Lord our God The right hand of the Lord is high, I shall not die, but live, and tell Open the sanctuary gates, The gates of righteousness; WHILE my What can man's weak arm avail? While my helpers He befriendeth, Trust in God, more sure reliance |