Praise to the Lord, the Almighty,
The King of creation,
O my soul, praise him
For he is thy health and salvation,
All ye who hear,
Now to his altar draw near,
Praise him in glad adoration.

Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper
Thy work and defend thee.
Surely his goodness and mercy
Here daily attend thee
Ponder anew
What the Almighty can do,
If with His love he befriend thee.

Praise to the Lord,
Who, when tempests their warfare are waging
Who, when the elements
Madly around thee are raging
Biddeth them cease,
Turneth their fury to peace,
Whirlwinds and waters assuaging

Praise to the Lord,
Who, when darkness and sin is abounding,
Who, when the godless do triumph,
All virtue confounding,
Sheddeth his light,
Chaseth the horrors of night,
Saints with his mercy surrounding.

Praise to the Lord,
O let all that is in me adore Him,
All that hath life and breath,
Come now with praises before Him!
Let the Amen,
Sound from his people again:
Gladly for aye we adore him.