"Praise ye the Lord!" again, again

" Praise ye the Lord!" again, again, The Spirit strikes the chord; Nor toucheth He our hearts in vain; We praise, we praise the Lord.

" Rejoice in Him!" again, again, The Spirit speaks the word; And faith takes up the happy strain Our joy is in the Lord.

" Stand fast in Christ!" ah! yet again He teaches all the band; Our best endeavours are in vain, In Christ alone we stand.

" Clean every whit!" Thou saidst it, Lord; Shall one suspicion lurk? Thine, surely, is a faithful word, And Thine a finished work.

For ever be the glory given To Thee, O Lamb of God! No joy for us, in earth or heaven, We owe not to Thy blood.