Praise ye the Lord, let Praise employ, In His own courts, your songs of joy; The spacious firmament around Shall echo back the joyful sound. Awake the trumpet's lofty sound, To spread your sacred pleasures round; Awake each voice, and strike each string, And to the solemn organ sing. Let all, whom life and breath inspire, Attend, and join the blissful choir; But chiefly ye, who know His word, Adore, and love, and praise the Lord.