O Lord most high, with all my heart
Thy won­drous works I will pro­claim;
I will be glad and give Thee thanks
And sing the prais­es of Thy name.

The Lord, the ev­er­last­ing King,
Is seat­ed on His judg­ment throne;
The right­eous Judge of all the world
Will make His per­fect jus­tice known.

Jehovah will a re­fuge prove,
A re­fuge strong for all op­pressed,
A safe re­treat, where wea­ry souls
In troub­lous times may sure­ly rest.

All they, O Lord, that know Thy name
Their con­fi­dence in Thee will place,
For Thou hast ne’er for­sak­en them
Who ear­nest­ly have sought Thy face.

Sing prais­es to the Lord most high;
To Him who doth in Zi­on dwell;
Declare His migh­ty deeds abroad,
His deeds among the na­tions tell.