Praise ye the Lord. Praise, O ye servants of the Lord, praise the name of the Lord. Psalm 113:1
Hallelujah! raise, O raise
To our God the song of praise;
All His servants join to sing
God our Savior and our king.
Blessèd be forevermore
That dread name which we adore;
Round the world His praise be sung
Through all lands, in every tongue.
O’er all nations God alone,
Higher than the heav’ns His throne;
Who is like to God most high,
Infinite in majesty!
Yet to view the heav’ns He bends;
Yea, to earth He condescends;
Passing by the rich and great,
For the low and desolate.
He can raise the poor to stand
With the princes of the land;
Wealth upon the needy shower;
Set him with the high in power.
He the broken spirit cheers:
Turns to joy the mourner’s tears;
Such the wonders of His ways;
Praise His name, forever praise!