Praise the Lord, praise our king,
Christ, who doth sal­va­tion bring.
All on earth and all in Hea­ven
Shall His gra­cious name con­fess:
All in­to His hands are giv­en;
And our prayer and praise He waits to bless.
Praise the Lord, praise our king.

Praise the Lord, praise our king;
Zion, thy Re­deem­er sing.
He the Word who formed cre­ation,
Took our flesh for us to die;
Him let ev­ery tribe and na­tion
With unit­ed prais­es glo­ri­fy.
Praise the Lord, praise our king.

Praise the Lord, praise our king:
Angels Him their Lord pro­claim.
Soon again this king des­cend­eth:
All shall stand be­fore His throne.
Lo! His voice the mount­ains rend­eth!
Then will He that day His chos­en own.
Praise the Lord; praise His name!