Praise Ye the Lord! On Every Height

Praise ye the Lord! on ev­ery height

Songs to His glo­ry raise;

Ye an­gel hosts

ye stars of night

Join in im­mor­tal praise.

O heav­en of heav­ens

let praise far swell­ing

From all thine orbs be sent:

Join in the strains

ye wa­ters

dwell­ing

Above the fir­ma­ment.

For His the Word which gave you birth

And ma­jes­ty and might;

Praise to the High­est from the earth

And let the deeps unite.

O fire and va­por

hail and snow

Ye serv­ants of His will;

O stor­my winds

that on­ly blow

His man­dates to ful­fill.

Mountains and rocks

to Heav­en that rise;

Fair ce­dars of the wood;

Creatures of life that wing the skies

Or track the plains for food;

Judges of na­tions; kings whose hand

Waves the proud scep­ter high;

O youths and vir­gins of the land

O age and in­fan­cy.

Praise ye His name

to whom alone

All homa­ge should be giv­en

Whose glo­ry from the eter­nal throne

Spreads wide o’er earth and Heav­en.