Be glad, ye right­eous, sing for joy,
Ye child­ren of the King;
Find in His praise your right em­ploy,
Let glad ho­san­nas ring.
Extol His migh­ty works and ways,
Show forth His ten­der love,
’Tis He who crown­eth all your days,
With bless­ings from above.

’Twas He who formed the won­drous earth,
He spake, and it was done;
His hand hath led us from our birth,
And will till vic’try’s won.
The hea­vens with His glo­ry shine,
Each spark­ling star He names,
The fir­ma­ment His work di­vine
With ra­di­ant smile pro­claims.

Above all gods, the Lord of lords,
He dwells in ma­jes­ty,
His praise the high­est joy af­fords,
To Him all praise shall be.
He yet shall bring the bless­èd time;
Haste, Lord, the wel­come day,
When ev­ery na­tion, ev­ery clime,
Shall own His right­eous sway.