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 vict’ry 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. |