Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord, O my soul


I will praise the Lord all my life
I will sing praise to my God as long as I live


Do not put your trust in princes
In mortal men, who cannot save


When their spirit departs, they return to the ground
On that very day their plans come to nothing


Blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob
Whose hope is in the Lord his God


The Maker of heaven and earth
The sea, and everything in them
The Lord, who remains faithful forever


He upholds the cause of the oppressed
And gives food to the hungry

The Lord sets prisoners free

The Lord gives sight to the blind

The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down
The Lord loves the righteous


The Lord watches over the alien
And sustains the fatherless and the widow
But he frustrates the ways of the wicked


The Lord reigns forever
Your God, O Zion, for all generations

Praise the Lord