1 Let Zion praise thy mighty God,
And make his honors known abroad;
For sweet the joy our songs to raise,
And glorious is the work of praise.

2 Our children are secure and bless'd,
Our shores have peace, our cities rest;
He feeds our sons with finest wheat,
And adds his blessings to their meat.

3 The changing seasons he ordains,
The early and the later rains:
His flakes of snow like wool he sends,
And thus the springing corn defends.

4 With hoary frost he strews the ground;
His hail descends with clatt'ring sound:
The icy bands the rivers hold,
And terror arms his wintry cold.

5 He bids the warmer breezes blow;
The ice dissolves, the waters flow:
But he hath nobler works and ways
To call his people to his praise.

6 To all our States his laws are shown;
His gospel through the nation known;
He hath not thus reveal'd his word
To ev'ry land – Praise ye the Lord.