Isles of the Deep, Rejoice!

Isles of the deep

re­joice! re­joice!

Ye ran­somed na­tions

sing

The prais­es of your Lord and God

The tri­umphs of your king.

He comes

and at His migh­ty word

The clouds are fleet­ing past

And o’er the land of pro­mise see

The glo­ry breaks at last.

There He

upon His an­cient throne

His power and grace dis­plays

While Sa­lem with its ec­ho­ing hills

Send forth the voice of praise.

Oh

let His prais­es fill the earth

While all the blest above

In strains of lof­ti­er tri­umph still

Speak on­ly of His love.

Sing

ye re­deemed! Be­fore the throne

Ye white-robed my­ri­ads fall;

Sing—for the Lord of glo­ry reigns

The Christ—the heir of all.