Praise the Lord

Praise the Lord! His works ex­alt Him

Everywhere o’er land and sea;

Call from rock

and wave and mount­ain

Speak from bud and leaf and tree;

Stars in si­lence

tell His glo­ry

Tiny in­sects hum His praise;

Birds of ev­ery song and plum­age

Trill His name in sweet­est lays.

Praise the Lord! O all ye peo­ple

Young and old in glad ac­cord

Grateful hearts in song up­lift­ing

Swell the chor­us—praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord! His ten­der mer­cy

Broods o’er ev­ery liv­ing thing;

Calling all the world to nes­tle

Safe beneath His shel­ter­ing wing;

Bruised and broken hearts He heal­eth

List’neth to the or­phan’s pray­er

Every cry and sigh He not­eth

For His love is ev­ery­where.

Praise the Lord! O all ye people

Young and old in glad ac­cord

Grateful hearts in song up­lift­ing

For His good­ness—praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord! His great re­demp­tion

Reaches where no thought can climb;

Rebel man

re­stored

for­giv­en

Conquered by a love sub­lime!

Who can sing that won­drous sto­ry?

Vainly choice­st notes I bring;

Lend your gold­en harps

ye ser­aphs

While my Sav­ior’s love I sing.

Praise the Lord! O all ye pe­ople

Young and old in glad ac­cord

Grateful hearts in song up­lift­ing

For a Sav­ior—praise the Lord.