O Praise the Lord, and bless his name,
Ye servants of the Lord,
To God your anthems frame
With swelling voice and chord.

You unto whom are stated posts
Within God's hallow'd fane,
Who serve the Lord of hosts,
And in his courts remain,

O to the Lord address your praise,
Which is with grace replete,
His fair perfections blaze,
For they are passing sweet.

For Jacob claims his Saviour's care
As God's peculiar plant,
And Israel is his heir
Assign'd by special grant.

I know the Lord our God is great
And infinite, above
The measure or the weight
Of other pow'r or love.

Whatever is the Lord's command
Beyond, beneath the sun,
In ocean or by land,
Or in the depth, is done.

He from the world's remotest ends
The pregnant cloud explores;
With rain he lightning sends,
The wind is from his stores.

His plagues th' Egyptian race consume
From greatest to the least,
The firstlings from the womb
Of man as well as beast.

Then institutes his paschal lamb,
And triumphs o'er the waves,
And thee, O land of Ham,
With Pharaoh and his slaves.

He smote with his Mosaic rod
The realms of divers climes;
And he, th' almighty God,
Slew tyrants for their crimes

Sihon, who dwelt at Heshbon, fell,
And Og, the world's disgrace,
And all the tools of hell,
In Canaan's boundless space;

And gave their regions far and wide
Of vineyards, fruits and flow'rs,
For Israel to divide,
Proud domes and fragrant bow'rs

O God, thy name and word endure
In infinite renown;
From race to race secure
Thy fame is handed down.

For God, in our behalf arous'd,
Will strict reprisals make;
His people thus espous'd,
His special grace partake

As for the gods the heathen serves
And true religion mocks,
They're mov'd by fictious nerves,
Cast gold and silver blocks.

Their mouths are fram'd, from whence there comes
Not e'en the breath of lies;
Ecstatic death benumbs
Their glass-constructed eyes

Their ears are fashion'd by the mould,
Nor can they hear a sound;
Their molten lips are cold,
In breathless fetters bound.

The founders of such gods as these
Resemble their own dross,
And so do all whose knees
Are bow'd to form and gloss.

Praise ye the Lord, each branch and bud
Of Jacob's chosen root,
And you of Aaron's blood
The praise to God impute

Praise ye the Lord of Levi's line
That in the temple keep;
In fear and praises join
Ye congregated sheep.

The Lord be praised from Zion's brow
Which dwells in Salem's dome,
And gives his people now
The promis'd milk and comb.