Sing praise to God who reigns ab­ove,
The God of all cre­ation,
The God of pow­er, the God of love,
The God of our sal­va­tion.
With heal­ing balm my soul is filled
And ev­ery faith­less mur­mur stilled:
To God all praise and glo­ry.

What God’s al­migh­ty pow­er hath made
His gra­cious mer­cy keepe­th,
By morn­ing glow or ev­en­ing shade
His watch­ful eye ne’er sleep­eth;
Within the king­dom of His might,
Lo! all is just and all is right:
To God all praise and glo­ry.

The Lord is ne­ver far away,
But through all grief dis­tress­ing,
An ev­er pre­sent help and stay,
Our peace and joy and bless­ing.
As with a mo­ther’s ten­der hand,
God gent­ly leads the chos­en band:
To God all praise and glo­ry.

Thus, all my toil­some way along,
I sing aloud Thy prais­es,
That earth may hear the grate­ful song
My voice un­wea­ried rais­es.
Be joy­ful in the Lord, my heart,
Both soul and bo­dy bear your part:
To God all praise and glo­ry.

Let all who name Christ’s ho­ly name
Give God all praise and glo­ry;
Let all who own His pow­er pro­claim
Aloud the won­drous sto­ry!
Cast each false id­ol from its throne,
For Christ is Lord, and Christ alone:
To God all praise and glo­ry.