O for a shout of sac­red joy
To God the so­ver­eign King!
Let ev­ery land their tongues em­ploy,
And hymns of tri­umph sing.

Jesus our God as­cends on high,
His heav’n­ly guards around
Attend Him ris­ing through the sky,
With trum­pets’ joy­ful sound.

While an­gels shout and praise their king,
Let mor­tals learn their strains;
Let all the earth His hon­ors sing;
O’er all the earth He reigns.

Rehearse His praise with awe pro­found,
Let know­ledge lead the song,
Nor mock Him with a so­lemn sound
Upon a thought­less tongue.

In Is­rael stood His an­cient throne,
He loved that chos­en race;
But now He calls the world His own,
And heath­ens taste His grace.

The Brit­ish is­lands are the Lord’s,
There Ab­ra­ham’s God is known;
While pow­ers and princ­es, shields and swords,
Submit be­fore His throne.