1 Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name,
While in his earthly courts ye wait,
Ye saints that to his house belong,
Or stand attending at his gate.

2 Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good;
To praise his name is sweet employ:
Isra'l he chose of old, and still
His church is his peculiar joy.

3 The Lord himself will judge his saints;
He treats his servants as his friends;
And when he hears their sore complaints,
Repents the sorrows that he sends.

4 Thro' every age the Lord declares
His name, and breaks th’oppressor’s rod;
He gives his suff'ring servants rest,
And will be known th’Almighty God.

5 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love,
People and priest's exalt his name:
Amongst his saints he ever dwells;
His church is his Jerusalem.