Fall Down, Ye Nations

Fall down

ye na­tions

and ad­ore

Jehovah on the mer­cy-seat;

Like pros­trate seas on ev­ery shore

That cast their bil­lows at your feet.

Let hal­le­lu­jahs to the skies

With ocean’s ev­er­last­ing sound

The voice of ma­ny wa­ters

rise

Day with­out night

as time goes round.

Come from the east—with gifts

ye kings!

With gold

and frank­in­cense

and myrrh;

Where’er the morn­ing spreads her wings

Let man to God his vows pre­fer.

Come from the west—the bond

the free;

His ea­sy serv­ice make your choice;

Ye isles of the Pa­ci­fic sea

Like hal­cy­on nests

in God re­joice.

Come from the south—through de­sert sands

A high­way for the Lord pre­pare;

Let Ethi­op­ia stretch her hands

And Li­bya pour her soul in pray­er.

Come from the north—let Eur­ope raise

In all her lang­uag­es one song;

Give God the glo­ry

pow­er and praise

That to His ho­ly name be­long.

For He hath bowed the heav­ens above

And at His feet the mount­ains flowed;

He came—but not in wrath—in love

To make with men His pure abode.

With smiles

O earth! thy mak­er meet;

Nations

be­fore your Sav­ior fall;

Redemption is in Him com­plete

The Gos­pel now is preached to all.