Praise the King of Hea­ven, call up­on His name;
Praise Him for His mer­cy, ev­er­more the same.
Infinite His wis­dom, won­der­ful His might;
Safely He pro­tect­eth all who walk aright.

Praise the King of Hea­ven, mag­ni­fy His grace;
He is bend­ing o’er us, kind­ness in His face.
Faithful is His mer­cy, high as Hea­ven above;
Wider than cre­ation is Je­ho­vah’s love.

Praise the King of Hea­ven; full of pi­ty He—
Like a fa­ther, know­ing our in­fir­mi­ty.
Fear not to ap­proach Him and His suc­cor claim;
Surely He will aid us, who hath built our frame.

Praise the King of Hea­ven, an­gels in the height;
All who do His bid­ding, now with us unite.
Through His great do­min­ion let the an­them roll;
Praise Him now and al­ways; praise Him, ev­ery soul.