O Sing Ye Hallelujah

O sing ye hal­le­lu­jah!

’Tis good our God to praise.

’Tis plea­sant and be­com­ing

To Him our songs to raise;

He builds the walls of Zi­on

He seeks her wan­der­ing sons;

He binds their wounds and com­forts

The brok­en­heart­ed ones.

The star­ry hosts He num­bers

He calls them all by name;

His great­ness and His wis­dom

His won­drous works pro­claim;

The meek He lifts to hon­or

He hum­bles sin­ful pride.

Give thanks to Him and ut­ter

His prais­es far and wide.

The heav’ns with clouds He cov­ers

He sends the cheer­ing rain;

The slopes of all the mount­ains

He fills with grass and grain;

To beast and bird His good­ness

Their dai­ly food sup­plies;

He cares for all His crea­tures

Attentive to their cries.

No hu­man pow­er de­lights Him

No earth­ly pomp or pride;

He loves the meek who fear Him

And in His love con­fide;

Then praise thy God

O Zion

His gra­cious aid con­fess;

He gives thee peace and plen­ty

His gifts thy child­ren bless.

He sends His swift com­mand­ment

And snow and ice en­fold

The world

and none are able

To stand be­fore His cold.

Again He gives com­mand­ment:

The winds of sum­mer blow

The snow and ice are melt­ed

Again the wa­ters flow.

His sta­tutes and His judg­ments

He makes His peo­ple know;

To them as to no oth­ers

His grace He loves to show;

For match­less grace and mer­cy

Your grate­ful prais­es bring;

To give Him thanks for­ev­er

And hal­le­lu­jah sing.