Wake ev­ery tune­ful string,
Let ev­ery crea­ture sing,
Praise ye, praise ye,
Praise ye the Lord;
Maker of earth and sea,
We lift our hearts to Thee,
With lof­ty me­lo­dy;
Praise ye the Lord.

Great His eter­nal name,
Now and for aye the same;
Praise ye, praise ye,
Praise ye the Lord;
Firm as the mount­ain band
Girding the fer­tile land,
His truth shall ev­er stand;
Praise ye the Lord.

He spake, and it was done,
His arm the vic­to­ry won;
Praise ye, praise ye,
Praise ye the Lord;
He, from se­pul­chral night
Lifting the soul to light,
Crowns it with glo­ry bright;
Praise ye the Lord.

Angels around His throne,
Making His won­ders known,
Praise ye, praise ye,
Praise ye the Lord;
O ye re­deemed on high,
Down thro’ the az­ure sky
Echo the glad re­ply—
Praise ye the Lord.