Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 O Praise the Lord in that blest place, from whence his goodness largely flows; Praise him in heav'n, where his face unveiled in perfect glory shows.
2 Praise him for all the mighty acts which he in our behalf hath done; His kindness this return exacts, with which our praise should equal run.
3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice make rocks and hills his praise rebound; Praise him with harp's melodious noise, and gentle psalt'ry's silver sound.
4 Let virgin troops soft timbrels bring, and some with graceful motion dance; Let instruments of various strings, with organs joined, his praise advance.
5 Let them, who joyful hymns compose, to cymbals set their songs of praise, Cymbals of common use, and those that loudly sound on solemn days.
6 Let all that vital breath enjoy, the breath he does to them afford in just returns of praise employ: let ev'ry creature praise the Lord.