Hallelujah, praise Je­ho­vah,
O my soul, Je­ho­vah praise;
I will sing the glo­ri­ous prais­es
Of my God through all my days.
Put no con­fi­dence in princ­es,
Nor for help on man de­pend;
He shall die, to dust re­turn­ing,
And his pur­pos­es shall end.

Happy is the man that choos­es
Israel’s God to be his aid;
He is blest whose hope of bless­ing
On the Lord his God is stayed.
Heaven and earth the Lord cre­at­ed,
Seas and all that they con­tain;
He de­li­vers from op­press­ion,
Righteousness He will main­tain.

Food He dai­ly gives the hun­gry,
Sets the mourn­ing pri­son­er free,
Raises those bowed down with ang­uish,
Makes the sight­less eyes to see.
Well Je­ho­vah loves the right­eous,
And the stran­ger He be­friends,
Helps the fa­ther­less and wi­dow,
Judgment on the wick­ed sends.

Hallelujah, praise Je­ho­vah,
O my soul, Je­ho­vah praise;
I will sing the glo­ri­ous prais­es
Of my God through all my days.
Over all God reigns for­ev­er,
Through all ages He is King;
Unto Him, thy God, O Zi­on,
Joyful hal­le­lu­jahs sing.