O praise ye the Lord,
With heart and with voice;
His mer­cies re­cord,
And round Him re­joice.
Ye child­ren of Zi­on,
Your Sav­ior adore;
And learn to re­ly on
His grace ev­er­more.

Repose on His arm,
Ye sheep of His fold.
What ter­ror can harm
With Him to up­hold?
His saints are His trea­sure;
Their peace He will seek;
And pour without mea­sure
His gifts on the meek.

Go on in His might,
Ye men of the Lord:
His word be your light,
His pro­mise your sword.
The King of Sal­va­tion
Your foes will sub­due;
And their de­gra­da­tion
Bring glo­ry to you.