Praise the Lord; it is good to sing, Pleasant praise is beautiful. He rebuilds Jerusalem And gathers Israel's scattered ones. He heals the brokenhearted, Binding every wound. He counts the stars and calls each one by name; Great in power, His understanding has no limit. He lifts meek ones and casts wickedness down. He covers heaven with clouds, Prepares rain, makes grass grow, And gives young ravens food. He delights not in horses or human strength, But in those who fear and hope in mercy. He sends His word, the snow and frost, Then melts the ice and makes waters flow. He has shown His statutes to Jacob. Praise the Lord.