My mouth the praises of the Lord to publish cease shall never: Let all flesh bless his holy name for ever and for ever.
Fill'd let my mouth be with thy praise and honour all day long.
Let each thing breathing praise the Lord. Praise to the Lord give ye.
My closed lips, O Lord, by thee let them be opened; Then shall thy praises by my mouth abroad be published.
That sing thy praise my glory may, and never silent be. O Lord my God, for evermore I will give thanks to thee.
I of thy glorious majesty the honour will record; I'll speak of all thy mighty works, which wondrous are, O Lord.
O bless the Lord, all ye his works, wherewith the world is stor'd In his dominions ev'ry where. My soul, bless thou the Lord.
God's mercies I will ever sing; and with my mouth I shall Thy faithfulness make to be known to generations all.
All nations whom thou mad'st shall come and worship rev'rently Before thy face; and they, O Lord, thy name shall glorify.
Thy justice and salvation my mouth abroad shall show, Ev'n all the day; for I thereof the numbers do not know.
O thou that hearer art of pray'r, all flesh shall come to thee.
For God will Judah's cities build, and he will Sion save, That they may dwell therein, and it in sure possession have.