O Praise Ye the Lord (Baker)

O praise ye the Lord! praise Him in the height;

Rejoice in His Word

ye an­gels of light;

Ye heav­ens

ad­ore Him by whom ye were made

And wor­ship be­fore Him in bright­ness ar­rayed.

O praise ye the Lord! Praise Him up­on earth

In tune­ful ac­cord

ye sons of new birth;

Praise Him who hath brought you His grace from ab­ove

Praise Him who hath taught you to sing of His love.

O praise ye the Lord! All things that give sound;

Each ju­bi­lant chord re-ec­ho around;

Loud or­gans

His glo­ry forth tell in deep tone

And sweet harp

the sto­ry of what He hath done.

O praise ye the Lord! Thanks­giv­ing and song

To Him be out­poured all ag­es along!

For love in cre­ation

for Heav­en re­stored

For grace of sal­va­tion

O praise ye the Lord!

O praise ye the Lord and sing a new song

Amid all His saints His prais­es pro­long;

The praise of their mak­er His peo­ple shall sing

And child­ren of Zion re­joice in their king.

With timb­rel and harp and joy­ful ac­claim

With glad­ness and mirth

sing praise to His name

For God in His peo­ple His plea­sure doth seek

With robes of sal­va­tion He cloth­eth the meek.

In glo­ry ex­ult

ye saints of the Lord;

With songs in the night

high prais­es ac­cord;

Go forth in His serv­ice

be strong in His might

To con­quer all ev­il and stand for the right.

For this is His Word: His saints shall not fail

But ov­er the earth their pow­er shall pre­vail;

All king­doms and na­tions shall yield to their sway.

To God give the glo­ry and praise Him for aye.