Let us with a gladsome mind  
Praise the Lord for he is kind;  
  For his mercies aye endure,  
  Ever faithful, ever sure.  
  
Let us blaze his Name abroad, 
For of gods he is the God;  
  For his, &c.  
  
O let us his praises tell,  
That doth the wrathful tyrants quell;  
  For his, &c. 
  
That with his miracles doth make  
Amaz褠Heaven and Earth to shake;  
  For his, &c.  
  
That by his wisdom did create  
The painted heavens so full of state; 
  For his, &c.  
  
That did the solid Earth ordain  
To rise above the watery plain;  
  For his, &c.  
  
That by his all-commanding might,
Did fill the new-made world with light;  
  For his, &c.  
  
And caused the golden-tress褠Sun  
All the day long his course to run;  
  For his, &c.
  
The horn褠Moon to shine by night  
Amongst her spangled sisters bright;  
  For his, &c.  
  
He, with his thunder-clasping hand,  
Smote the first-born of Egypt land; 
  For his, &c.  
  
And, in despite of Pharao fell,  
He brought from thence his Israel;  
  For his, &c.  
  
The ruddy waves he cleft in twain 
Of the Erythræ¡® main;  
  For his, &c.  
  
The floods stood still, like walls of glass,  
While the Hebrew bands did pass;  
  For his, &c.
  
But full soon they did devour  
The tawny King with all his power;  
  For his, &c.  
  
His chosen people he did bless  
In the wasteful Wilderness; 
  For his, &c.  
  
In bloody battail he brought down  
Kings of prowess and renown;  
  For his, &c.  
  
He foiled bold Seon and his host, 
That ruled the Amorrean coast;  
  For his, &c.  
  
And large-limbed Og he did subdue,  
With all his over-hardy crew;  
  For his, &c.
  
And to his servant Israel  
He gave their land, therein to dwell;  
  For his, &c.  
  
He hath, with a piteous eye,  
Beheld us in our misery;  
  For his, &c.  
  
And freed us from the slavery  
Of the invading enemy;  
  For his, &c.  
  
All living creatures he doth feed,  
And with full hand supplies their need;  
  For his, &c.  
  
Let us, therefore, warble forth  
His mighty majesty and worth;  
  For his, &c.
  
That his mansion hath on high,  
Above the reach of mortal eye;  
  For his, &c.
Psalm CXXXVI. (136)
written byJohn Milton
© John Milton





