Ye Who His Temple Throng

1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912