1 Praise the Lord with one consent,
Magnify his holy name;
Let the servants of the Lord
Still his worthy praise proclaim.
2 Praise him, ye that in his house,
Wait with never-ceasing care;
Praise him, ye that to his courts
With religious zeal repair.
3 This our truest int'rest is
Joyful hymns of praise to sing;
With loud songs to bless his name,
Is a most delightful thing.
4 God his own peculiar choice
Doth the sons of Jacob make;
Israel's num'rous offspring too,
For his treasure he doth take.
5 That he's great, we often have
By our glad experience found;
We have seen, that he with pow'r,
Far above all gods, is crown'd.
6 Great is the Lord, exalted high
Above all pow'rs and ev'ry throne;
Whate'er he please in earth or sea,
Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done.
7 At his command the vapours rise,
The lightnings flash, the thunders roar;
He pours the rain, he brings the wind
And tempest from his airy store.
8 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent,
O Egypt, thro' thy stubborn land;
When all thy first-born, beasts and men,
Fell dead by his avenging hand.
9 What mighty nations, mighty kings
He slew, and their whole country gave
To Isr'el, whom his hand redeem'd,
No more to be proud Pharaoh's slave!
10 His pow'r the same, the same his grace,
That saves us from the hosts of hell;
And heav'n he gives us to possess,
Whence those apostate angels fell.
11 The Lord is good; and works unknown
Are his divine employ:
But still his saints are near his throne,
His treasure and his joy.
12 All pow'r that gods or kings have claim'd,
Is found with him alone;
But heathen gods should ne’er be nam'd
Where our Jehovah’s known.
13 Which of the stocks or stones they trust
Can give them show'rs of rain?
In vain they worship glitt'ring dust,
And pray to God in vain.
14 Their gods have tongues that speechless prove,
Such as their makers gave;
Their feet were never form'd to move,
Nor hands have pow'r to save.
15 Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf,
Nor hear when mortals pray;
Mortals that wait for their relief,
Are blind and deaf as they.
16 Ye servants of the living God,
Adore with faith and fear;
He makes the churches his abode,
And claims thine honours there.