SELECT
VERSES
FROM
THE
147TH
PSALM
.
PRAISE
ye
the
Lord
with
cheerful
voice
,
In
swelling
strains
his
praises
sing
,
It
makes
the
grateful
heart
rejoice
,
It
is
a
blest
and
pleasant
thing
.
He
who
the
broken
heart
doth
brace
,
And
bindeth
up
the
wounded
frame
,
Numbers
the
host
through
heaven's
vast
space
,
And
gives
to
every
star
its
name
.
With
fleecy
clouds
he
clothes
the
sky
,
He
stores
the
moistened
earth
with
good
,
From
him
the
ravens
when
they
cry
,
And
savage
beasts
receive
their
food
.
He
sends
afar
his
high
behests
,
Which
sea
and
land
with
blessings
fill
;
Swift
flies
his
word
,
no
power
arrests
The
course
of
his
almighty
will
.