Sing to the Lord, ye dis­tant lands,
Ye tribes of ev­ery tongue;
His new dis­co­vered grace de­mands
A new and nob­ler song.

Say to the na­tions, Je­sus reigns,
God’s own al­migh­ty Son;
His pow­er the sink­ing world sus­tains,
And grace sur­rounds His throne.

Let Heav’n pro­claim the joy­ful day;
Joy through the earth be seen;
Let ci­ties shine in bright ar­ray,
And fields in cheer­ful green.

Let an unu­su­al joy sur­prise
The is­lands of the sea;
Ye mount­ains sink; ye val­leys rise;
Prepare the Lord His way.

Behold, He comes, He comes to bless
The na­tions as their God;
To show the world His right­eous­ness,
And send His truth abroad.

But when His voice shall raise the dead,
And bid the world draw near,
How will the guil­ty na­tions dread
To see their judge ap­pear.