Praise ye the Lord. God's praise within his sanctuary raise; And to him in the firmament of his pow'r give ye praise.
Praise ye the Lord: unto him sing a new song, and his praise In the assembly of his saints in sweet psalms do ye raise.
Your hands within God's holy place lift up, and praise his name.
God's voice doth make the hinds to calve, it makes the forest bare: And in his temple ev'ry one his glory doth declare.
He from his sanctuary's height hath downward cast his eye; And from his glorious throne in heav'n the Lord the earth did spy;
The heav'ns God's glory do declare, the skies his hand-works preach:
Day utters speech to day, and night to night doth knowledge teach.