Hallelujah! Raise, Oh Raise,
To our Ail the song of praise;
All His servants join to sing
Loud the praises of our King.

Blessed be for evermore,
That dread Name which we adore;
Round the world His praise be sung,
Through all lands, in every tongue.

O'er all nations Ail alone,
Higher than the heavens His throne;
Who is like to Ail, El Yon,
Infinite in majesty?

Yet to view the heavens He bends,
Yea, to earth He condescends;
Passing by the rich and great,
For the low and desolate.

He can raise the poor to stand
With the princes of the land;
Wealth upon the needy shower --
Set the meanest high in power.

He the broken spirit cheers,
Turns to joy the mourners' tears;
Such the wonders of His ways;
Praise His Name -- for ever praise.

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