Praise God, my soul, while life and breath remain,
I’ll sing to Him, my trust shall never wane.
Put not your hope in princes, mortal clay,
Their plans shall fade, their help returns to grain.
Blessed is he whose hope is God alone,
Who made the heavens, earth, and seas to stand.
He keeps His truth, the oppressed His justice own,
The hungry fed, the bound freed by His hand.
The Lord gives sight to blind, lifts those cast down,
He loves the just, the stranger’s shield and stay.
The widow, orphan, guarded by His crown,
The wicked’s way He turns to dark dismay.
The Lord shall reign, His Zion ever free,
From age to age, His praise shall ever be.
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