In God’s own house pronounce his praise,
His grace he there reveals;
To heav’n your joy and wonder raise,
For there his glory dwells

In God’s own house pronounce his praise,
His grace he there reveals;
To heav’n your joy and wonder raise,
For there his glory dwells
Behold, bless the Lord,
All you servants of the Lord
‘Tis pleasant as the morning dews
That fall on Zion’s hill,
Give me understanding,
That I may know Your testimonies.
When midnight darkness veils the skies,
I call your works to mind;
my thoughts in hushed devotion rise,
and sweet acceptance find
They that would grow divinely wise
Must with his fear begin;
Our fairest proof of knowledge lies
In hating every sin.
The Lord shall send the rod of thy strength out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.
O Lord, how great are Your works!
Your thoughts are very deep.
Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out our span,
Till a wise care of piety
Fit us to die, and dwell with thee.
And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us,
And establish the work of our hands for us;
Yes, establish the work of our hands
My song forever shall record
The tender mercies of the Lord;
Your faithfulness will I proclaim,
And ev’ry age shall know your name
And yet—blessed be the Lord forever! Amen and amen!