¹The Lord of heav’n confess,

On high his glory raise.

²Him let all angels bless,

Him all his armies praise.

³Him glorify

Sun, moon, and stars;

⁴Ye higher spheres,

And cloudy sky.

⁵From God your beings are,

Him therefore famous make;

You all created were,

When he the word but spake.

⁶And from that place,

Where fix’d you be

By his decree,

You cannot pass.

⁷Praise God from earth below,

Ye dragons, and ye deeps:

⁸Fire, hail, clouds, wind, and snow.

Whom in command he keeps.

⁹Praise ye his name,

Hills great and small,

Trees low and tall;

¹⁰Beasts wild and tame;

All things that creep or fly.

¹¹Ye kings, ye vulgar throng,

All princes mean or high;

¹²Both men and virgins young,

Ev’n young and old,

¹³Exalt his name;

For much his fame

Should be extoll’d.

O let God’s name be prais’d

Above both earth and sky;

¹⁴For he his saints hath rais’d,

And set their horn on high;

Ev’n those that be

Of Isr’el’s race,

Near to his grace.

The Lord praise ye.