Ye right­eous, in the Lord re­joice;
’Tis come­ly that with joy­ful voice
God’s saints His name should praise.
With harp and hymn of glad­ness sing,
Your gift of sweet­est mu­sic bring,
To Him a new song raise.

For up­right is Je­ho­vah’s Word,
And all the do­ings of the Lord
In jus­tice have their birth.
In judg­ment and in deeds of right
The Lord for­ev­er takes de­light,
His good­ness fills the earth.

Jehovah speaks, the heav’ns ap­pear;
He breathes, and lo, each shin­ing sphere
In splen­dor stands ar­rayed.
He rolls the wa­ter heap on heap,
He stores away the migh­ty deep
In gar­ners for it made.

Let all the earth Je­ho­vah fear,
Let all that dwell both far and near
In awe be­fore Him stand;
For lo, He spoke and it was done,
And all, with so­ver­eign pow­er be­gun,
Stood fast at His com­mand.

He makes the na­tions’ coun­sels vain,
The plans the peo­ples would main­tain
Are thwart­ed by His hand.
Jehovah’s coun­sels stand secure,
His pur­pos­es of heart en­dure,
Forevermore they stand.

O truly is the na­tion blest
Whose God, be­fore the world con­fessed,
Jehovah is alone;
And blest the peo­ple is whom He
Has made His her­it­age to be,
And chos­en for His own.