O PRAISE ye the Lord With heart and with voice; His mercies record, And round Him rejoice. O children of Zion, Your Saviour adore! And learn to rely on His grace evermore.
Repose on His arm, Ye sheep of His fold; What terror can harm With Him to uphold? His saints are His treasure, Their peace will He seek; And pour without measure His gifts on the meek.
Go on in His might, All saints of the Lord; His Word be your light, His promise your sword. The King of salvation His foes will subdue; And their degradation Bring glory to you.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847