1. Ye who His temple throng,
Jehovah’s praise prolong,
New anthems sing;
Ye saints with joy declare,
your maker’s loving care
And let the children there
joy in their king.

2. O let His name employ
your every note of joy,
His praises speak;
He looks with loving face
upon His chosen race,
And will with every grace
adorn the meek.

3. Ye saints your joy proclaim
and glory in the name
Of God above;
And when the daylight dies,
ere sleep shall close your eyes,
Let praise to God arise
for all His love.