O praise ye the Lord! Prepare your glad voice New songs with His saints Assembled to sing Before His Creator Let Israel rejoice And children of Zion Be glad in their King And let them His name Extol in the dance With timbrel and harp His praises express Jehovah takes pleasure His saints to advance And with His salvation The humble to bless His saints shall sing loud With glory and joy And rest undismayed With songs in the night In praises to God They their lips shall employ A sword in their right hand Two-edged for the fight The heathen to judge Their pride to consume To bind kings with chains Due vengeance record To execute on them Their long-decreed doom His saints have this honor O praise ye the Lord!