Exalt the Lord, His praise proclaim;
All ye His servants, praise His Name,
Who in the Lord’s house ever stand
And humbly serve at His command.
The Lord is good, His praise proclaim;
Since it is pleasant, praise His Name;
His people for His own He takes
And His peculiar treasure makes.

I know the Lord is high in state,
Above all gods our Lord is great;
The Lord performs what He decrees,
In heaven and earth, in depths and seas.
He makes the vapors to ascend
In clouds from earth’s remotest end;
The lightnings flash at His command,
He holds the tempest in His hand.

Exalt the Lord, His praise proclaim;
All ye His servants, praise His Name,
Who in the Lord’s house ever stand
And humbly serve at His command,
Forever praise and bless His Name,
And in the church His praise proclaim;
In Zion is His dwelling place;
Praise ye the Lord, show forth His grace.

O praise ye Name of Jehovah,
Proclaim ye His glory abroad;
O praise Him, ye servants appointed
To stand in the house of our God.

O praise ye the Lord for His goodness;
’Tis pleasant His praises to sing;
His people, His chosen and precious,
Your praises with gratitude bring.

I know that the Lord is almighty,
Supreme in dominion is He,
Performing His will and good pleasure
In Heaven and in earth and the sea.

His hand guides the clouds in their courses,
The lightning flames forth at His will,
The wind and the rain He releases
His sovereign designs to fulfill.

To ransom His people from bondage
Great wonders and signs He displayed;
He smote all the first-born of Egypt,
Till Pharaoh made haste and obeyed.

Great nations and kings that opposed Him
Were smitten by God’s mighty hand;
Their riches He gave to His people,
And made them inherit the land.

Thy Name shall abide, O Jehovah,
Through all generations renowned;
The Lord is the Judge of His people,
His mercies forever abound.

Men’s idols of gold and of silver
Can speak not, nor hearken, nor see;
Like them shall their makers be helpless,
Unblest shall their worshippers be.

Ye people who worship Jehovah,
His praises with gladness proclaim;
His servants, and all ye that fear Him,
Sing praise to His glorious Name.

O Church of our God, sing His praises,
For with you and in you He dwells;
O sing hallelujahs before Him,
Whose glory all praises excels.

On the desert mountain straying,
Far, far from home,
Heard I there a sweet voice, saying,
“Why wilt Thou roam?”

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’Twas my blessèd Lord that sought me,
Out of sin to grace He brought me,
Oh the glad, new song He taught me,
Praise, praise His Name.

At a throne of mercy kneeling,
Sad and oppressed,
Came that voice, to me revealing
Hope, life and rest.

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Oft I heard that voice repeating,
“I am the Way.
Tarry not, the hours are fleeting,
Come, come today.”

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When from glory unto glory
My flight shall be,
Still I’ll sing the precious story,
Savior, of Thee.

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Praise the Name of Jesus for His tender care,
Watching o’er me every day;
He will bear my burdens, hear my feeble prayer,
And will guide me when I stray.

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All the way, all the way,
I will praise his Name every day;
I am happy in my blessèd Savior’s love,
And I’m singing all the way.

For my Savior is my never-failing Friend,
Thro’ the night and thro’ the day;
On His love I know I always can depend,
So I’ll praise Him every day.

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Tho’ the dark’ning shadows round about me creep,
And the way is lone and drear:
By my Savior’s side I’ll ever closely keep,
Singing happy songs of cheer.

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Let thy morning thoughts be bright
With praises unto God on high;
Let thy heart and voice, rejoicing,
All thy blessings magnify.

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Praise ye Jehovah; praise His holy Name;
Praise ye Jehovah, all ye ends of earth;
Praise ye His Name, forever exalt it;
Let all the earth praise the Name of the Lord.

Let thy noonday hours be filled
With songs of gladness for thy King;
Gloomy days will ne’er o’ertake thee
When His praises you can sing.

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Let the closing hours of evening
Hear thy heartfelt words of praise;
For His loving care and keeping,
Praise Him throughout all thy days.

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Praise ye the Lord, exalt His Name,
While in His holy courts ye wait,
Ye saints, that to His house belong,
Or stand attending at His gate.

Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good;
To praise His Name is sweet employ:
Israel He chose of old, and still
His church is His peculiar joy.

The Lord himself will judge His saints;
He treats His servants as His friends;
And when He hears their sore complaints,
Repents the sorrows that He sends.

Through every age the Lord declares
His Name, and breaks th’ oppressor’s rod
He gives His suffering servants rest,
And will be known th’ Almighty God.

Bless ye the Lord, who taste His love,
People and priest, exalt His Name:
Amongst His saints He ever dwells;
His church is His Jerusalem.

Rejoice today with one accord,
Sing out with exultation;
Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord,
Whose arm hath brought salvation;
His works of love proclaim
The greatness of His Name;
For He is God alone
Who hath His mercy shown;
Let all His saints adore Him!

When in distress to Him we cried,
He heard our sad complaining;
O trust in Him, whate’er betide,
His love is all sustaining;
Triumphant songs of praise
To Him our hearts shall raise;
Now every voice shall say,
“O praise our God alway”;
Let all His saints adore Him!

Rejoice today with one accord,
Sing out with exultation;
Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord,
Whose arm hath brought salvation;
His works of love proclaim
The greatness of His Name;
For He is God alone
Who hath His mercy shown;
Let all His saints adore Him!

House of our God, with hymns of gladness ring,
While all our lips and hearts His praises sing;
The opening year His mercies shall proclaim,
And all its days shall celebrate His Name.

Ye angel choirs on high, whose dwelling place
Shines with the glory of His unveiled face,
Through your immortal life, as love still grows,
Tell of His goodness, which no ending knows.

O Earth, enlightened by His rays divine,
Stored by His hand with corn and oil and wine,
Crowned with His goodness, let thy nations raise
From shore to shore the song of ceaseless praise.

O Church, His chosen dwelling and delight,
Graven on His hands, and precious in His sight,
Sing the deep marvels of that boundless grace
Which sheds on thee the brightness of His face.

Burst into praise, my soul; and evermore
Through changing life thy changeless God adore:
He is thy Trust, thy Refuge, and thy Fear;
Strong in His strength, begin the new-born year.

I’m a sinner, saved by grace,
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
I shall see my Savior’s face,
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Tell the blessèd news around
Unto earth’s remotest bound,
I was lost, but now I’m found,
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!

I have found a precious Friend,
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
He will keep me to the end,
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Jesus is so dear to me,
Such a loving Friend is He,
And will ever faithful be,
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!

Jesus helps me when I fall,
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Ever hears me when I call,
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
He doth all my sorrows share
And will all my burdens bear,
Cheers me when I’m in despair,
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!

He has many blessings giv’n,
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
I shall have a home in Heav’n,
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
If I always do my best,
I shall have a glorious rest,
Live forever with the blest,
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!

Yes, God is good; in earth and sky,
From ocean depths and spreading wood,
Ten thousand voices seem to cry,
“God made us all, and God is good.”

The sun that keeps his trackless way
And downward pours his golden flood,
Night’s sparkling hosts, all seem to say,
In accents clear, that God is good.

The merry birds prolong the strain,
Their song with every spring renewed;
And balmy air, and falling rain,
Each softly whispers, “God is good.”

I hear it in the rushing breeze;
The hills that have for ages stood,
The echoing sky and roaring seas,
All swell the chorus, God is good.

Yes, God is good, all nature says,
By God’s own hand with speech endued;
And man, in louder notes of praise,
Should sing for joy that God is good.

For all Thy gifts we bless Thee, Lord,
But chiefly for our heavenly food;
Thy pardoning grace, Thy quickening word,
These prompt our song, that God is good.