Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose breath our souls in­spired;
Loud and more loud the an­them raise,
With grate­ful ardor fired.

Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose ten­der care sus­tains
Our fee­ble frame, en­com­passed round
With death’s un­num­bered pains.

Lift up to God the voice of praise
Whose good­ness, pass­ing thought,
Loads ev­ery minute, as it flies,
With be­ne­fits un­sought.

Lift up to God the voice of praise
From whom sal­va­tion flows;
Who sent His Son our souls to save
From ev­er­last­ing woes.

Lift up to God the voice of praise,
For hope’s trans­port­ing ray,
Which lights through dark­est shades of death
To realms of end­less day.