What shall I ren­der to my God
For all His gifts to me?
Sing Heav’n and Earth, re­joice and praise
His glor­ious ma­jes­ty.
Bright che­ru­bim, sweet se­ra­phim,
Praise Him with all your might.
Praise, praise Him, ye hosts of Heav’n
Praise Him, ye saints in light.

Blest pa­tri­archs, O praise the Lord,
For His first-fruits are ye;
Blest pro­phets, who dream here of God,
Praise Him, whom now you see.
Offer to God, ye glor­ious priests,
Your sac­ri­fice of praise;
Sweet psalm­ists, now your hearts are fixed,
Your tune­ful voices raise.

Ye twel­ve Apos­tles of the Lamb,
Who here pro­claimed your king,
And filled this world with ho­ly sounds,
Loud hal­le­lu­jahs sing.
Triumphant mar­tyrs, ye did fight,
And fight­ing, ye did fall,
And fall­ing, ye took up a crown:
Crown Him who crowned you all.

Praise, praise Him, all ye savèd ones,
From whom sal­va­tion came;
Praise Him who sits up­on the throne,
And praise the glor­ious Lamb.
Now praise Him, all ye saints be­low,
Praise Him, both east and west:
Praise Him, all ye bap­tizèd lands,
Praise whom you have pro­fessed.

O praise Him, all ye crownèd heads,
Who bear the Christ­ian name:
Praise Him, who is the King of kings,
Raise and en­large His fame.
Praise Him all Christ­ian ma­gis­trates,
Gain cred­it to His ways:
Praise Him, ye min­is­ters of God,
Teach oth­ers Him to praise.

Praise Him, O rev­er­ent Christ­ian lands,
Praise Him with one ac­cord.
Let ev­ery tongue and ev­ery tribe
Be taught to praise the Lord.
Praise Him, my friends and kin­dred all,
O praise Him all your days;
My mind and heart, my lips and life,
Join to ad­vance His praise.

O let me praise Thee while I live,
And praise Thee when I die
And praise Thee, when I rise again,
And to eter­ni­ty.
Mysterious depths of end­less love
Admiring choirs sing;
My God, Thy name ex­alt­ed is:
Let all of Hea­ven ring.