Rebels, who had dared to show
Proud con­tempt of God Most High
Bound in ir­on and in woe,
Shades of death and dark­ness nigh,
Humbled low with toil and pain,
Fell, and looked for help in vain.

To Je­ho­vah when they cried
In their trou­ble, and He saved,
Threw the pri­son op­en wide
Where they lay to death en­slaved,
Bade the gloomy sha­dows flee,
Broke their bonds and set them free.

Sons of men, awake to praise
God the Lord who reigns above,
Gracious in His works and ways,
Wondrous in re­deem­ing love;
Longing souls He sa­tis­fies,
Hungry hearts with good sup­plies.

When His right­eous judg­ments come,
Strong to bless and to de­stroy,
All ini­qui­ty is dumb,
All the right­eous sing for joy;
Who God’s deal­ings wise­ly heed,
In His works His mer­cy read.