Praise the Lord! His works exalt Him
Everywhere o’er land and sea;
Call from rock, and wave and mountain,
Speak from bud and leaf and tree;
Stars in silence, tell His glo­ry,
Tiny insects hum His praise;
Birds of every song and plumage
Trill His name in sweetest lays.
Praise the Lord! O all ye people,
Young and old in glad accord,
Grateful hearts in song uplifting
Swell the chorus—praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord! His tender mercy
Broods o’er every living thing;
Calling all the world to nestle
Safe beneath His sheltering wing;
Bruised and broken hearts He healeth,
List’neth to the orphan’s prayer,
Every cry and sigh He noteth,
For His love is ev­ery­where.
Praise the Lord! O all ye people,
Young and old in glad accord,
Grateful hearts in song uplifting
For His goodness—praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord! His great re­demp­tion
Reaches where no thought can climb;
Rebel man, restored, forgiven,
Conquered by a love sublime!
Who can sing that wondrous story?
Vainly choicest notes I bring;
Lend your golden harps, ye seraphs,
While my Sav­ior’s love I sing.
Praise the Lord! O all ye people,
Young and old in glad accord,
Grateful hearts in song uplifting,
For a Sav­ior—praise the Lord.