Psalter manuscript

Psalm 149: Praise the Lord


Praise the Lord, come sing a new song
With His people gathered round;
Bless your Maker, Zion’s children,
Raise a glad triumphant sound.
Celebrate His Name with dancing,
Bearing tambourine and lyre;
We His saints by His salvation
Have become His heart’s desire!

Let the godly see His glory
As they learn His sword to draw,
Let them see His hand of vengeance
On objectors to His Law.
Rebels bind in chains of iron;
All their nobles fetter too;
To the host of God’s own people
This is surely honour due!

Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord!

Steve Layfield

Share this with others: