1 Praise ye the Lord, exalt his Name, While in his holy 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; Israel 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 suffering servants rest, And will be known th' almighty God.
6 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love, People and priests exalt his Name: Amongst his saints he ever dwells; His church is his Jerusalem.