Praise ye the Lord! on ev­ery height
Songs to His glo­ry raise;
Ye an­gel hosts, ye stars of night,
Join in im­mor­tal praise.

O heav­en of heav­ens, let praise far swell­ing
From all thine orbs be sent:
Join in the strains, ye wa­ters, dwell­ing
Above the fir­ma­ment.

For His the Word which gave you birth,
And ma­jes­ty and might;
Praise to the High­est from the earth,
And let the deeps unite.

O fire and va­por, hail and snow,
Ye ser­vants of His will;
O stor­my winds, that on­ly blow
His man­dates to ful­fill.

Mountains and rocks, to Hea­ven that rise;
Fair ce­dars of the wood;
Creatures of life that wing the skies,
Or track the plains for food;

Judges of na­tions; kings whose hand
Waves the proud scep­ter high;
O youths and vir­gins of the land,
O age and in­fan­cy.

Praise ye His name, to whom alone
All homa­ge should be giv­en,
Whose glo­ry from the eter­nal throne
Spreads wide o’er earth and Hea­ven.