Praise Ye the Lord, Exalt His Name

Praise ye the Lord

ex­alt His name

While in His ho­ly courts ye wait

Ye saints

that to His house be­long

Or stand at­tend­ing at His gate.

Praise ye the Lord

the Lord is good;

To praise His name is sweet em­ploy:

Israel He chose of old

and still

His church is His pe­cul­iar joy.

The Lord Him­self will judge His saints;

He treats His serv­ants as His friends;

And when He hears their sore com­plaints

Repents the sor­rows that He sends.

Through ev­ery age the Lord de­clares

His name

and breaks th’ op­press­or’s rod

He gives His suf­fer­ing serv­ants rest

And will be known th’ al­migh­ty God.

Bless ye the Lord

who taste His love

People and priest

ex­alt His name:

Amongst His saints He ev­er dwells;

His church is His Je­ru­sa­lem.