Scripture Verse

Praise ye the Lord…praise Him in the heights. Psalm 148:1


Felicia D. Hemans (1793–1835)

Words: Fe­li­cia D. He­mans, Hymns for Child­hood 1827.

Music: St. Ful­bert Hen­ry J. Gaunt­lett, 1849 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Henry J. Gauntlett (1805–1876)
National Portrait Gallery



Praise ye the Lord! on every height
Songs to His glo­ry raise;
Ye angel hosts, ye stars of night,
Join in immortal praise.

O heaven of heavens, let praise far swelling
From all thine orbs be sent:
Join in the strains, ye waters, dwelling
Above the firmament.

For His the Word which gave you birth,
And majesty and might;
Praise to the Highest from the earth,
And let the deeps unite.

O fire and vapor, hail and snow,
Ye servants of His will;
O stormy winds, that only blow
His mandates to fulfill.

Mountains and rocks, to Hea­ven that rise;
Fair cedars of the wood;
Creatures of life that wing the skies,
Or track the plains for food;

Judges of nations; kings whose hand
Waves the proud scepter high;
O youths and virgins of the land,
O age and infancy.

Praise ye His name, to whom alone
All homage should be given,
Whose glo­ry from the eter­nal throne
Spreads wide o’er earth and Hea­ven.