All things praise Thee, Lord most high,
Heav’n and earth and sea and sky,
All were for Thy glo­ry made,
That Thy great­ness thus dis­played
Should all wor­ship bring to Thee;
All things praise Thee—Lord, may we!

All things praise Thee—night to night
Sings in si­lent hymns of light;
All things praise Thee—day to day
Chants Thy pow­er in burn­ing ray;
Time and space are prais­ing Thee,
All things praise Thee—Lord, may we!

All things praise Thee—high and low,
Rain and dew and spark­ling snow,
Crimson sun­set, flee­cy cloud,
Rippling stream, and tem­pest loud;
Summer, win­ter, all to Thee
Glory ren­der—Lord, may we!

All things praise Thee—Heav’n’s high shrine
Rings with me­lo­dy divine;
Lowly bend­ing at Thy feet,
Seraph and arc­han­gel meet;
This their high­est bliss, to be
Ever prais­ing—Lord, may we!

All things praise Thee—gra­cious Lord,
Great Cre­at­or, pow­er­ful Word,
Omnipresent Spir­it, now
At Thy feet we hum­bly bow;
Lift our hearts in praise to Thee;
All things praise Thee—Lord, may we!