Praise Jehovah; praise the Lord Ye His servants, praise accord Blessed be Jehovah's name Evermore His praise proclaim From the dawn to setting sun Praise the Lord, the Mighty One O'er all nations He is high Yea, His glory crowns the sky Who is like the Lord our God? High in heav'n is His abode Who Himself doth humble low Things in heav'n and earth to know He the lowly makes to rise From the dust in which he lies That exalted he may stand With the princes of the land He the childless woman takes And a joyful mother makes Keeping house she finds reward Praise Jehovah; praise the Lord