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;
Isr'el 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' ev'ry 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 exalt his name:
Amongst his saints he ever dwells;
His church is his Jerusalem.