E1:Praise to the Lord, the Al_migh_ty, the King of cre_a_tion;/O my soul, praise Him, for he is thy health and sal_va_tion:/Join the great throng,/Psal_te_ry, or_gan, and song,/Sound_ing in glad a_do_ra_tion.
E2:Praise to the Lord; over all things he glo_ri_ous_ly reign_eth:/Borne as on ea_gle-_wings, safe_ly his saints he sus_tai_neth./Hast thou not seen/How all thou nee_dest hath been/Grant_ed in what he or_dai_neth?
E3:Praise to the Lord, who hath fear_ful_ly, wond_rous_ly, made thee!/Health hath vouch_safed and, when heed_less_ly fal_ling, hath stayed thee./What need or grief/E_ver hath failed of re_lief?/Wings of His mer_cy did shade thee.
E4:Praise to the Lord, who doth pros_per thy way and de_fend thee;/Sure_ly his good_ness and mer_cy shall e_ver at_tend thee;/Pon_der a_new/What the Al_migh_ty can do,/Who with his love doth be_friend thee.
E5:Praise to the Lord, Who, when tem_pests their war_fare are wa_ging,/Who, when the e_le_ments Mad_ly a_round thee are ra_ging,/Bid_deth them cease,/Tur_neth their fu_ry to peace,/Whirl_winds and wa_ters as_suag_ing.
E6:Praise to the Lord, Who, when dark_ness of sin is a_boun_ding,/Who, when the god_less Do tri_umph, all vir_tue con_found_ing,/Shed_deth His light,/Cha_seth the hor_rors of night,/Saints with His mer_cy sur_round_ing.
E7:Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me a_dore Him!/All that hath life and breath, Come now with prai_ses be_fore Him./Let the A_men sound from His peo_ple a_gain,/Glad_ly for aye we a_dore Him.
