The Lord reigneth; let the earth rejoice; let the multitude of isles be glad thereof. Psalm 97:1
Words: W. G. Brown, in The Baptist Harmony, edited by Staunton S. Burdett (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: T. W. Ustick, 1834).
If you know Brown’s full name, or where to get a good picture of him or Rogers, would you ?
Isles of the south, awake!
The song of triumph sing;
Let mount, and hill and vale,
With hallelujahs ring:
Shout, for the idols overthrown,
And Israel’s God is God alone.
Wild wastes of Afric, shout!
Your shackled sons are free;
No mother wails her child
’Neath the banana tree:
No slave ship dashes on thy shore;
The clank of chains is heard no more.
Shout, vales of India, shout!
No funeral fires blaze high;
No idol song sings loud,
As rolls the death-car by:
The banner of the cross now waves
Where Christian heralds made their graves.
Shout, rocky hills of Greece!
The crescent head lies low;
No Moslem flings his chain
Around the Christian now;
But Greek and Moslem join in one
To praise the Savior, God the Son.
Shout, hills of Palestine!
Have you forgot the groan,
The spear, the thorn, the cross,
The wine press trod alone,
The dying prayer that rose from thee,
Thou garden of Gethsemane?
Hail, glad millennial day!
O, shout, ye heavens above!
Today the nations sing
The song, redeeming love:
Redeeming love the song shall be:
Hail, blessèd year of jubilee!