Praise ye, praise ye the Lord
In yon­der heav’n­ly height;
Ye an­gels, all His hosts,
In joy­ful praise unite;
O sun and moon, de­clare His might,
Show forth His praise, ye stars of light.

Praise Him, ye high­est heav’ns,
Praise Him, ye clouds that roll,
Created by His pow’r and un­der His con­trol,
Ye heav’ns that stand eter­nal­ly,
Established by His firm de­cree.

Ye crea­tures in the sea
And crea­tures on the earth,
Your migh­ty mak­er praise
And tell His match­less worth;
Praise Him, ye stor­my winds that blow,
Ye fire and hail, ye rain and snow.

Ye hills and mount­ains, praise,
Each tree and beast and bird;
Ye kings and realms of earth,
Now let your praise be heard;
By high and low, by young and old
Be all His praise and glo­ry told.

By all let God be praised,
For He alone is great;
Above the earth and Heav’n
He reigns in glo­ri­ous state;
Praise Him ye saints, who know His grace
And ev­er dwell be­fore His face.