I love the Lord
and I lift my voice
to worship Him
oh my soul, rejoice!
Take joy, My king
in what You hear
let it be a sweet, sweet sound
in your ear
Wow, it's neat how worshiping (even when you don't feel like it),
lifts your spirits and makes you feel better.
I remember praising the Lord under my breath in a doctor's office as the doctor bore his thumbs into my thing on either side of a cyst that went flying out of a small incision he made, popping that thing against the wall like a bb shot out of a gun. My praise utterances made the experience a joy (even though it was kind of painful and insane).
Good life lesson for me.
PTLA is more "Praise the Lord always"
than it is the apathetic "...(Oh well) Praise the Lord, anyway!"
There's a marked difference.