Servants of God, in joyful lays,
Sing ye the Lord Jehovahs praise;
His glorious Name let all adore,
From age to age, forevermore.
Blest be that Name, supremely blest,
From the suns rising to its rest;
Above the heavns His powr is known,
Through all the earth His goodness shown.
Who is like God? so great, so high,
He bows Himself to view the sky;
And yet, with condescending grace,
Looks down upon the human race.
He hears the uncomplaining moan
Of those who sit and weep alone;
He lifts the mourner from the dust;
In Him the poor may safely trust.
O then, aloud, in joyful lays,
Sing to the Lord Jehovahs praise;
His saving Name let all adore,
From age to age, forevermore.
