Angels ho­ly, high and low­ly,
Sing the prais­es of the Lord!
Earth and sky, all liv­ing na­ture,
Man the stamp of thy cre­at­or,
Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!

Sun and moon bright, night and moon­light,
Starry temp­les az­ure-floored,
Cloud and rain, and wild winds’ mad­ness,
Sons of God that shout for glad­ness,
Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!

Ocean hoa­ry, tell His glo­ry,
Cliffs, where tumb­ling seas have roared,
Pulse of wa­ters, blithe­ly beat­ing,
Wave ad­vanc­ing, wave re­treat­ing,
Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!

Rock and high­land, wood and is­land,
Crag where ea­gle’s pride hath soared;
Mighty mount­ains, pur­ple breast­ed,
Peaks cloud-cleav­ing, snowy crest­ed,
Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!

Rolling ri­ver, praise Him ev­er,
From the mount­ain’s deep vein poured;
Silver fount­ain, clear­ly gush­ing,
Troubled tor­rent, mad­ly rush­ing,
Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!

Bond and free man, land and sea man,
Earth, with peo­ples wide­ly stored;
Wanderer lone o’er prair­ies am­ple,
Full-voiced choir, in cost­ly tem­ple,
Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!

Praise Him ev­er, boun­te­ous Giv­er!
Praise Him, Fa­ther, friend and Lord!
Each glad soul its free course wing­ing,
Each blithe voice its free song sing­ing,
Praise the great and migh­ty Lord!