Earth, with all thy thou­sand voices,
Praise in songs th’eter­nal King;
Praise His name, whose praise re­joic­es
Ears that hear, and tongues that sing.
Lord, from each far-peo­pled dwell­ing,
Earth shall raise the glad ac­claim;
All shall kneel, Thy great­ness tell­ing,
Sing Thy praise and bless Thy name.

Come and hear the won­drous story,
How our migh­ty God of old,
In the ter­rors of His glo­ry,
Back the flow­ing bil­lows rolled;
Walked with­in the threat­en­ing wa­ters,
Free we passed the up­right wave,
Then was joy to Is­ra­el’s daugh­ters,
Loud they sang His pow­er to save.

Bless the Lord, who ev­er liv­eth;
Sound His praise through ev­ery land,
Who our dy­ing souls re­viv­eth,
By whose arm up­held we stand.
Now upon this cheer­ful mor­row
We Thine al­tars will adorn,
And the gifts we vowed in sor­row
Pay on joy’s re­turn­ing morn.

Come, each faith­ful soul, who fear­est,
Him who fills th’eter­nal throne:
Hear, re­joic­ing while thou hear­est,
What our God for us hath done;
When we made our sup­pli­ca­tion,
When our voice in pray­er was strong,
Then we found His glad sal­va­tion;
And His mer­cy fills our tongue.