O Lord Most High

O Lord most high

with all my heart

Thy won­drous works I will pro­claim;

I will be glad and give Thee thanks

And sing the prais­es of Thy name.

The Lord

the ev­er­last­ing King

Is seat­ed on His judg­ment throne;

The right­eous Judge of all the world

Will make His per­fect jus­tice known.

Jehovah will a re­fuge prove

A re­fuge strong for all op­pressed

A safe re­treat

where wea­ry souls

In troub­lous times may sure­ly rest.

All they

O Lord

that know Thy name

Their con­fi­dence in Thee will place

For Thou hast ne’er for­sak­en them

Who ear­nest­ly have sought Thy face.

Sing prais­es to the Lord most high;

To Him who doth in Zi­on dwell;

Declare His migh­ty deeds abroad

His deeds among the na­tions tell.