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!