Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near;

Praise to the Lord, who hath fearfully, wondrously, made thee;
Health hath vouch safed and, when heedlessly falling, hath stayed thee.
What need or grief ever hath failed of relief?

Praise Him, Praise Him
Praise Him, Praise Him
Praise Him, Praise Him
Praise Him

Praise to the Lord, who, when tempests their warfare are waging,
Who, when the elements madly around thee are raging,
Biddeth them cease, turneth their fury to peace,

Praise Him, Praise Him
Praise Him, Praise Him
Praise Him, Praise Him
Praise Him

The whirlwinds assuaging
The whirlwinds assuaging

Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him.
Praise Him (Praise Him), Praise Him (Praise Him)
Praise Him (Praise Him), Praise Him (Praise Him)

Praise Him, Praise Him
Praise Him, Praise Him
Praise Him, Praise Him
Praise Him

The whirlwinds assuaging
The whirlwinds assuaging