O praise ye the Lord! praise Him in the height;
Rejoice in His Word, ye an­gels of light;
Ye hea­vens, adore Him by whom ye were made,
And wor­ship be­fore Him in bright­ness ar­rayed.

O praise ye the Lord! Praise Him up­on earth,
In tune­ful ac­cord, ye sons of new birth;
Praise Him who hath brought you His grace from above,
Praise Him who hath taught you to sing of His love.

O praise ye the Lord! All things that give sound;
Each ju­bi­lant chord re-ec­ho around;
Loud or­gans, His glo­ry forth tell in deep tone,
And sweet harp, the sto­ry of what He hath done.

O praise ye the Lord! Thanks­giv­ing and song
To Him be out­poured all ag­es along!
For love in cre­ation, for Hea­ven re­stored,
For grace of sal­va­tion, O praise ye the Lord!

O praise ye the Lord and sing a new song,
Amid all His saints His prais­es pro­long;
The praise of their mak­er His peo­ple shall sing,
And child­ren of Zion re­joice in their king.

With timb­rel and harp and joy­ful acclaim,
With glad­ness and mirth, sing praise to His name,
For God in His peo­ple His plea­sure doth seek,
With robes of sal­va­tion He cloth­eth the meek.

In glo­ry ex­ult, ye saints of the Lord;
With songs in the night, high prais­es ac­cord;
Go forth in His ser­vice, be strong in His might,
To con­quer all ev­il and stand for the right.

For this is His Word: His saints shall not fail,
But ov­er the earth their pow­er shall pre­vail;
All king­doms and na­tions shall yield to their sway.
To God give the glo­ry and praise Him for aye.