Praise the Sav­ior now and ever;
Praise Him, all be­neath the skies;
Prostrate ly­ing, suff’ring, dy­ing
On the cross, a sac­ri­fice.
Vict’ry gain­ing, life ob­tain­ing,
Now in glo­ry He doth rise.

Man’s work fail­eth, Christ’s avail­eth;
He is all our right­eous­ness;
He, our Sav­ior, has for­ev­er
Set us free from dire dis­tress.
Through His mer­it we inherit
Light and peace and hap­pi­ness.

Sin’s bonds se­vered, we’re de­li­vered,
Christ has bruised the ser­pent’s head;
Death no long­er is the strong­er,
Hell it­self is cap­tive led.
Christ has ris­en from death’s pri­son,
O’er the tomb He light has shed.

For His favor, praise for­ev­er,
Unto God the Fa­ther sing;
Praise the Sav­ior, praise Him ever,
Son of God, our Lord and king.
Praise the Spir­it, through Christ’s mer­it,
He doth us sal­va­tion bring.