1Yo, praise the Lord! Drop a new jam for Him, and let’s vibe in the squad of saints.

2Israel, time to flex on the One who made you; the kids of Zion gotta be lit for their King.

3Let’s get it, praise His name with some moves; sing your heart out with the timbrel and harp, fr.

4The Lord’s all about His people; He’s gonna bless the humble with that sweet salvation.

5Saints, get hyped in glory; shout it out while chillin' on your beds, periodt.

6Keep those high praises of God on your lips, and a two-edged sword ready in your hands, no cap.

7Time to serve some justice on the non-believers and dish out some serious consequences.

8Chain up their kings and put iron cuffs on their nobles; let’s get savage.

9Time to drop the judgment that’s already written; this is the honor for all His saints. Praise the Lord!

1Praise ye the Lord. Sing unto the Lord a new song, and his praise in the congregation of saints.

2Let Israel rejoice in him that made him: let the children of Zion be joyful in their King.

3Let them praise his name in the dance: let them sing praises unto him with the timbrel and harp.

4For the Lord taketh pleasure in his people: he will beautify the meek with salvation.

5Let the saints be joyful in glory: let them sing aloud upon their beds.

6Let the high praises of God be in their mouth, and a twoedged sword in their hand;

7To execute vengeance upon the heathen, and punishments upon the people;

8To bind their kings with chains, and their nobles with fetters of iron;

9To execute upon them the judgment written: this honour have all his saints. Praise ye the Lord.