Ye who His temple throng, Jehovah's praise prolong, New anthems sing; Ye saints with joy declare, your Maker's loving care And let the children there joy in their King. O let His Name employ your every note of joy, His praises speak; He looks with loving face upon His chosen race, And will with every grace adorn the meek. Ye saints your joy proclaim and glory in the Name Of God above; And when the daylight dies, ere sleep shall close your eyes, Let praise to God arise for all His love.