P raise, prayse the Lord, All that of lowest sphere R eside on any side A ll you I say I n Countrys scatterd wide S e in your joyes Jehovas prayse appeare T hat worthily your songs display H is worth whose every way E xceding grace L ayd upon us doth overlay O ur greatest force; whose promise ever true R estraind within no space D ecayeth not, He needs it not renew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TREE OF SONG by SARA TEASDALE THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE by EMILY DICKINSON TO THE THAWING WIND by ROBERT FROST TO A CHILD EMBRACING HIS MOTHER by THOMAS HOOD PELTERS OF PYRAMIDS by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE THE CITY MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY [OR, GARDEN] MOUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PSALM OF THOSE WHO GO FORTH BEFORE DAYLIGHT by CARL SANDBURG |