Praise Ye the Lord, Let Praise Employ

Praise ye the Lord

let praise em­ploy

In His own courts

your songs of joy;

The spa­cious fir­ma­ment around

Shall echo back the joy­ful sound.

Recount His works in strains di­vine

His won­drous works

how bright they shine!

Praise Him for all His migh­ty deeds

Whose great­ness all your praise ex­ceeds.

Awake the trum­pet’s pierc­ing sound

To spread your sac­red plea­sure round;

While soft­er mu­sic tunes the lute

The warb­ling harp

the breath­ing flute.

Ye virg­in train

with joy ad­vance

To praise Him in the grace­ful dance;

Awake each voice and strike each string

And to the so­lemn or­gan sing.

Let cym­bals loud now sound on high

To soft­er

deep­er notes re­ply;

Harmonious let the con­cert rise

And bear the rap­ture to the skies.

Let all whom life and breath in­spire

Attend and join the bliss­ful choir;

But chief­ly ye who know His Word

Adore and love and praise the Lord!