Praise ye the Lord, immortal choir!

In heavenly hights above,

With harp, and voice, and soul of fire,

Burning with perfect love.

2 Shine to his glory, worlds of light!

Ye million suns of space;

Ye moon and glittering stars of night,

Running your mystic race.

3 Shout to Jehovah, surging main!

In deep eternal roar;

Let wave to wave resound the strain,

And shore reply to shore.

4 Storm, lightning, thunder, hail and snow,

Wild winds that keep his word,

With the old mountains far below,

Unite to bless the Lord.

5 And round the wide world let it roll,

Whilst man shall lead it on;

Join, every ransomed human soul,

In glorious unison.