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!