O greatest good aspire, From the high,still rising higher, Ev'ry day, ev'ry day. weary child Safe to thy breast. Rocked on a storm-y sea, per-ish, Lord, Save or I die. Oh, be not far from me, Lord, let me cling to thee, On-ly to thee. 75 Praise ye the Lord. FANNY J. CROSBY. WM. J. KIRKPATRICK. 1. Praise ye the Lord, the hope of our sal-va- tion; Praise ye the Lord, our 2 Praise ye the Lord, whose throne is everlasting; Praise ye the Lord, whose CHO.-Praise ye the Lord, for good it is to praise him; O let the earth his ma - jest - y proclaim; Shout, shout for joy and bow the knee before him; Praise ye the Lord, the only wise and just. Praise ye the Lord,ourstrength and our RePure as the rain and gentle as the dew. Praise ye the Lord, oh, glory! hal-le |