1 O Praise the Lord in that blest place,

from whence his goodness largely flows;

Praise him in heav'n, where his face

unveiled in perfect glory shows.

2 Praise him for all the mighty acts

which he in our behalf hath done;

His kindness this return exacts,

with which our praise should equal run.

3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice

make rocks and hills his praise rebound;

Praise him with harp's melodious noise,

and gentle psalt'ry's silver sound.

4 Let virgin troops soft timbrels bring,

and some with graceful motion dance;

Let instruments of various strings,

with organs joined, his praise advance.

5 Let them, who joyful hymns compose,

to cymbals set their songs of praise,

Cymbals of common use, and those

that loudly sound on solemn days.

6 Let all that vital breath enjoy,

the breath he does to them afford

in just returns of praise employ:

let ev'ry creature praise the Lord.