O praise the LORD, ye servants of His name,
Extol His glory, let your voices claim
The sacred praise that echoes through the halls,
From humble hearts where true devotion calls.
Be blest the name of God from this time forth,
And evermore, let praise ring south to north;
From rising sun to where it sets in west,
His hallowed name in every land be blest.
The LORD is high above all nations raised,
His glory towers above the heavens, praised;
Who then is like unto our God on high,
Enthroned in splendor ’neath the endless sky?
Yet He who dwells in majesty supreme
He humbles Self to gaze upon the dream
Of heaven’s vault and lowly earth’s domain,
Beholding all in mercy’s gentle reign.
He lifts the poor from dust where they have lain,
The needy from the dunghill’s foul domain;
To set them high with princes of the land,
And all the princes of His chosen band.
He makes the barren woman keep her home,
A joyful mother where her children roam.
O praise the LORD, let hallelujahs ring,
In thunderous joy to our eternal King!
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