God saved His people from distress
And led them through the wilderness;
Then mountains trembled in their place,
The heav’ns were bowed before His face.
With copious showers Thou didst assuage
The thirsting of Thy heritage;
Thy congregation dwelt secure;
Thou, God, art gracious to the poor.

With glorious pomp our King and God
Has entered into His abode
With sacred minstrelsy and song,
While maidens with their timbrels throng.
Assemble ye before His face,
All ye that spring from Israel’s race;
Ye chosen tribes with one accord
Come ye, and bless your God, the Lord.

Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose breath our souls inspired;
Loud and more loud the anthem raise,
With grateful ardor fired.

Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose tender care sustains
Our feeble frame, encompassed round
With death’s unnumbered pains.

Lift up to God the voice of praise
Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every minute, as it flies,
With benefits unsought.

Lift up to God the voice of praise
From Whom salvation flows;
Who sent His Son our souls to save
From everlasting woes.

Lift up to God the voice of praise,
For hope’s transporting ray,
Which lights through darkest shades of death
To realms of endless day.