God has a praise book, a won­der­ful praise book,
Full of thanks­giv­ings and ju­bi­lant song;
Hillside and val­ley and beau­ti­ful blos­som,
Echo His prais­es, and glad notes pro­long.

Trees that are fruit­ful, each one in his sea­son,
Fertile green pas­tures, where still wa­ters flow,
Tell of His good­ness, and show forth His glo­ry,
Ever pro­claim­ing His mer­cy below.

Serve Him with glad­ness, all lands and all na­tions,
Come with a song to His pre­sence to­day,
Enter these por­tals with fer­vent re­joic­ing;
He is the Lord, who en­dur­eth al­way.

Praise ye Je­ho­vah, oh praise Him, ye peo­ple;
Sing, for His mer­ci­ful kind­ness is great;
He is the Lord, and His truth is for­ev­er;
Come to His courts, and in gra­ti­tude wait.