Praise Jehovah; praise the Lord
Ye His servants, praise accord
Blessed be Jehovah's name
Evermore His praise proclaim
From the dawn to setting sun
Praise the Lord, the Mighty One
O'er all nations He is high
Yea, His glory crowns the sky
Who is like the Lord our God?
High in heav'n is His abode
Who Himself doth humble low
Things in heav'n and earth to know
He the lowly makes to rise
From the dust in which he lies
That exalted he may stand
With the princes of the land
He the childless woman takes
And a joyful mother makes
Keeping house she finds reward
Praise Jehovah; praise the Lord