O praise ye the name of Je­ho­vah,
Proclaim ye His glo­ry abroad;
O praise Him, ye ser­vants ap­point­ed
To stand in the house of our God.

O praise ye the Lord for His good­ness;
’Tis plea­sant His prais­es to sing;
His peo­ple, His chos­en and pre­cious,
Your praise­s with gra­ti­tude bring.

I know that the Lord is al­migh­ty,
Supreme in do­min­ion is He,
Performing His will and good plea­sure
In Hea­ven and in earth and the sea.

His hand guides the clouds in their cours­es,
The light­ning flames forth at His will,
The wind and the rain He re­leas­es
His so­ve­reign de­signs to ful­fill.

To ran­som His peo­ple from bond­age
Great wond­ers and signs He dis­played;
He smote all the first-born of Egypt,
Till Pha­raoh made haste and ob­eyed.

Great na­tions and kings that op­posed Him
Were smit­ten by God’s migh­ty hand;
Their rich­es He gave to His peo­ple,
And made them in­her­it the land.

Thy name shall abide, O Je­ho­vah,
Through all ge­ne­ra­tions re­nowned;
The Lord is the judge of His peo­ple,
His mer­cies for­ev­er abound.

Men’s id­ols of gold and of sil­ver
Can speak not, nor hear­ken, nor see;
Like them shall their mak­ers be help­less,
Unblest shall their wor­ship­ers be.

Ye people who wor­ship Je­ho­vah,
His prais­es with glad­ness pro­claim;
His ser­vants, and all ye that fear Him,
Sing praise to His glo­ri­ous name.

O Church of our God, sing His prais­es,
For with you and in you He dwells;
O sing hal­le­lu­jahs be­fore Him,
Whose glo­ry all prais­es ex­cels.