| 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.
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