Print this page

418. Praise the Lord, Ye Lands



Verse 1
Praise the Lord, ye lands;
Nations, clap your hands;
Shout aloud to God,
Spread His fame abroad;
Praise Him loud and long
With a triumph song;
Bow as ye draw nigh,
For the Lord Most High,
Terrible is He
In His dignity;
And His Kingdom's girth
Circles all the earth.

Verse 2
God has gone on high
With a joyful cry;
Hosts with trumpet sound
Make His praise abound;
Sing ye praise to God,
Tell His fame abroad,
Take a psalm and shout,
Let His praise ring out,
Lift your voice and sing
Glory to our King;
He is Lord of earth,
Magnify His worth.

Verse 3
Praise His majesty
God is King alone
On His holy throne,
Issues His commands
To all heathen lands.
Lo, the princes all
Gather at His call;
His the shields of earth,
His the power, the worth;
He, the God on high,
Is our Helper nigh.


Last modified on 28 June 2014

Additional Info

  • Psalter #: 418
  • # Stanzas: 3
  • Metre: Unknown
  • Video: No
  • Psalm: 47
  • Type: Chorale