1 Shout, for the blessed Jesus reigns,
Thro' distant lands his triumphs spread:
And sinners, freed from endless pains,
Own him their Saviour and their head.

2 His sons and daughters from afar,
Daily at Zion's gates arrive;
Those who were dead in sin before,
By sov'reign grace are made alive.

3 Oppressors bow beneath his feet,
O'ercome by his victorious pow'r;
Princes in humble posture wait,
And proud blasphemers learn t' adore.

4 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey,
Nations remote their offerings bring,
And, unconstrain'd, their homage pay
To their exalted Lord and King.

5 O may his conquests still increase,
And ev'ry foe his power subdue;
While Angels celebrate his praise,
And saints his growing glories shew.

6 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,
From all below and all above;
In lofty songs exalt his name,
In songs as lasting as his love.