Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord, you His servants
Praise the name of the Lord, Who is crowned
Let the name of the Lord to be known
To be praised both in future and now
From the rising of sun to the place where it sets
Holy name of the Lord should be praised
Lord’s exalted among all the nations
And His glory above clear sky
Who is like our Lord, Who is mighty?
He Who sits did enthrone very high
Who stoops down to look on the heavens and earth?
He Who makes everyone to be mirth
And He raises the poor from the dust
And lifts needy from the ash heap
He seats them all around with princes
Of His people whom Lord always keeps
He does settle the woman who’s childless, Our God
In her home, happy mother with children, praise Lord!
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