Praise God, All Ye Who Fear Him
Words: Psalm 22, The Psalter, 1912
1. Praise God, all ye who fear Him, ye saints, your voices raise; Come, stand in awe before Him, and sing His glorious praise. Ye lowly and afflicted who on His word rely, Your heart shall live forever, the Lord will satisfy.
2. All kindreds of the nations, to Christ the Lord shall turn, Through earth's remotest regions His altar fires shall burn. All kingdom, power and glory belong to Him alone; He ruleth o'er the nations, kings bow before His throne.
3. Both high and low shall worship, both strong and weak shall bend, A faithful Church shall serve Him till generations end. His praise shall be recounted to nations yet to be, The triumphs of His justice a new-born world shall see.