1 Lift your voice, and thankful sing
Praises to our Heavenly King.
Be the Lord our only theme,
Who of Gods is God supreme;
For his blessings far extend,
And his mercy knows no end.

2 He asserts his just command,
By the wonders of his hand,
He whose wisdom thron'd on high,
built the mansions of the sky;
For his blessings far extend,
And his mercy knows no end.

3 He who bade the watery deep,
Under earth's foundation sleep;
And the orbs that gild the pole,
Through the boundless ether roll;
For his blessings far extend,
And his mercy knows no end.

4 Thou, O sun, whose powerful ray
Rules the empire of the day;
You, O moon and stars, whose light
Gilds the darkness of the night:
For his blessings far extend,
And his mercy knows no end.

5 He with food sustains, O earth,
All who claim from thee their birth;
Yield the homage that his name
From a creature's lips may claim;
For his blessings far extend,
And his mercy knows no end.