1 Praise ye the Lord In simple joyous measure;
He hears each word Of children's praise with pleasure;
Praise ye the Lord, praise ye the Lord.

2 Thought children, we Thy glorious praise are telling;
Attentive be, From heaven Thy holy dwelling,
Thou calledst little ones to Thee.

3 Thy praise alone Our hearts would render ever;
Up to Thy throne Ascends our weak endeavor;
Our outpoured song accept and own.

4 Our stammering, Our feeble voice thou hearest;
O gracious King, E'en for our praise Thou carest;
Triumphant then, to Thee we sing.

5 In glory we, Our heavenly Father praising,
Shall happy be, New songs unnumbered raising;
Unceasing through eternity.