Words: The Psalter, 1912, alt.

Music: Melchior Teschner, 1615; harm. William H. Monk, 1861

View Lyrics
O Lord, You have ascended
on high in might to reign;
captivity You lead as
a captive in Your train.
Rich gifts to You are offered
by those who once rebelled,
who pray that now Jehovah,
their God, with them may dwell.

Blest be the Lord who daily
our heavy burden bears,
the God of our salvation
who for His people cares.
Our God is near to help us,
our God is strong to save;
the Lord alone is able
to ransom from the grave.

Sing unto God, all nations,
all kingdoms of the earth;
sing unto God, all people,
and praise His matchless worth.
He rides in royal triumph
upon the skies abroad;
He speaks—the mountains tremble
before the voice of God.

All glory, might, and honor
ascribe to God on high;
His arm protects His people
who on His arm rely.
Forth from Your holy dwelling
You send Your mighty voice;
You strengthen those who fear You;
who in Your works rejoice!