Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Praise God in his holy temple,
praise him in the heights of heaven.
Praise him for his powerful deeds,
praise him for his surpassing greatness.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Praise him with blasts of the trumpet,
praise him with harps and guitars.
Praise him with drums and dancing,
praise him with flutes and strings.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Praise him with clashing cymbals,
praise him with clanging cymbals.
Let everything that lives and breathes
praise, praise the Lord.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

If in the Lord I have taken my refuge,
how can you say to me, how can you say to me:
flee like a bird to the mountain,
flee like a bird to the mountain?
I know that the wicked bend the bow,
and fit their arrows on the string,
to shoot in darkness the upright of heart,
but when the foundations quake,
what can the just man do?,
what can the just man do?
The Lord, the Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord has his throne in heaven,
his eyes look upon the world,
his gaze searches every man.
The Lord tests the just,
but the Lord tests the wicked as well,
the Lord does not love violence,
the Lord does not love violence.
If in the Lord I have taken my refuge…