Hallelujah! raise, O raise
To our God the song of praise;
All His ser­vants join to sing
God our Sav­ior and our king.

Blessèd be for­ev­er­more
That dread name which we adore;
Round the world His praise be sung
Through all lands, in ev­ery tongue.

O’er all na­tions God alone,
Higher than the heav’ns His throne;
Who is like to God most high,
Infinite in ma­jes­ty!

Yet to view the heav’ns He bends;
Yea, to earth He con­des­cends;
Passing by the rich and great,
For the low and de­so­late.

He can raise the poor to stand
With the princ­es of the land;
Wealth up­on the needy show­er;
Set him with the high in pow­er.

He the brok­en spir­it cheers:
Turns to joy the mourn­er’s tears;
Such the won­ders of His ways;
Praise His name, for­ev­er praise!