O Praise Ye the Lord, with Heart and with Voice

O praise ye the Lord

With heart and with voice;

His mer­cies re­cord

And round Him re­joice.

Ye child­ren of Zi­on

Your Sav­ior adore;

And learn to re­ly on

His grace ev­er­more.

Repose on His arm

Ye sheep of His fold.

What ter­ror can harm

With Him to up­hold?

His saints are His trea­sure;

Their peace He will seek;

And pour without mea­sure

His gifts on the meek.

Go on in His might

Ye men of the Lord:

His word be your light

His pro­mise your sword.

The King of Sal­va­tion

Your foes will sub­due;

And their de­gra­da­tion

Bring glo­ry to you.