Praise ye the Lord, let Praise employ,
In His own courts, your songs of joy;
The spacious firmament around
Shall echo back the joyful sound.
Awake the trumpet's lofty sound,
To spread your sacred pleasures round;
Awake each voice, and strike each string,
And to the solemn organ sing.
Let all, whom life and breath inspire,
Attend, and join the blissful choir;
But chiefly ye, who know His word,
Adore, and love, and praise the Lord.