Praise ye the Lord, let praise em­ploy
In His own courts, your songs of joy;
The spa­cious fir­ma­ment around
Shall echo back the joy­ful sound.

Recount His works in strains di­vine,
His won­drous works, how bright they shine!
Praise Him for all His migh­ty deeds,
Whose great­ness all your praise ex­ceeds.

Awake the trum­pet’s pierc­ing sound,
To spread your sac­red plea­sure round;
While soft­er mu­sic tunes the lute,
The warb­ling harp, the breath­ing flute.

Ye virg­in train, with joy ad­vance,
To praise Him in the grace­ful dance;
Awake each voice and strike each string,
And to the so­lemn or­gan sing.

Let cym­bals loud now sound on high
To soft­er, deep­er notes re­ply;
Harmonious let the con­cert rise,
And bear the rap­ture to the skies.

Let all whom life and breath in­spire
Attend and join the bliss­ful choir;
But chief­ly ye who know His Word,
Adore and love and praise the Lord!