1 O for a shout of sacred joy
To God the Sov’reign King!
Let ev’ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus our God ascends on high,
His heav’nly guards around,
Attend him rising thro' the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honours sing;
O’er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Is'rel stood his ancient throne,
He lov'd that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.

6 The Gentile nations are the Lord’s,
There Abrah'm’s God is known;
While pow'rs and princes, shields and swords,
Submit before his throne.