Praise Ye the Lord (Hoffman)

We praise the Lord whose life was giv’n

To set the whole world free

From sin

its pow­er

and all its guilt

On blood stained Cal­va­ry.

Oh

praise the Lord

ye ran­somed ones

From sin and death set free;

And may His wort­hy praise re­sound

Thro’ all eter­ni­ty!

We praise the Lord whose blood did flow

An ef­fi­ca­cious stream;

From His dear side it is­sued forth

In power to redeem.

We praise the Lord for tast­ing death

And suf­fer­ing ev­ery pain

From cru­el spear and crown of thorn

That we with Him might reign.

We praise the Lord! Oh

dy­ing Lamb!

For us the chast­ening rod

Thyself didst bear

to bring us back

In fel­low­ship with God.