Praise ye the Lord Come and sing to him a new song His praise in the assembly of the saints Let Israel rejoice in him That made him and be glad Let Zion's children, in their king, rejoice Oh, let them praise his name With dancing, making melody To him with tambourine and lyre For God, the Lord He taketh pleasure in his people He adorns the humble with salvation Let all of his saints Come be joyful now in glory Let them sing aloud for joy upon their beds Fill up all their mouths With the praises of their God And set two-edged sword in all their hands To execute his vengeance On the wicked heathen nations His punishments on every nation fall To bind their kings in heavy chains Their nobles all in fetters To execute on them the judgment told Oh this is the honor due To all the Lord's own saints Praise ye the Lord