¹Praise God: ye servants of the Lord,

O praise, the Lord’s name praise.

²Yea, blessed be the name of God

from this time forth always.

³From rising sun to where it sets,

God’s name is to be prais’d.

⁴Above all nations God is high,

’bove heav’ns his glory rais’d.

⁵Unto the Lord our God that dwells

on high, who can compare?

⁶Himself that humbleth things to see

in heav’n and earth that are.

⁷He from the dust doth raise the poor,

that very low doth lie;

And from the dunghill lifts the man

oppress’d with poverty;

⁸That he may highly him advance,

and with the princes set;

With those that of his people are

the chief, ev’n princes great.

⁹The barren woman house to keep

he maketh, and to be

Of sons a mother full of joy.

Praise to the Lord give ye.