Shout to the Lord, and Let Our Joys

Shout to the Lord

and let our joys

Throughout the na­tions run;

Exulting skies

re­sound the noise

Beyond the ris­ing sun.

Thee

migh­ty God

our souls ad­mire

To Thee glad voic­es sing

And join with the ce­les­ti­al choir

To praise th’eter­nal King.

Thy pow­er the whole cre­ation rules

And on the star­ry skies

Sits smil­ing at the weak de­signs

Thine en­vious foes de­vise.

Thy scorn de­rides their fee­ble rage

And

with an aw­ful frown

Flings vast con­fusion on their plots

And shakes their Ba­bel down.

Their sec­ret fires in ca­verns lay

And we the sac­ri­fice;

But gloomy cav­erns strove in vain

To ’scape all-search­ing eyes.

Their dark de­signs were all re­vealed

Their trea­sons all be­trayed:

Praise to the God that broke the snare

Their curs­èd hands had laid.

In vain the bu­sy sons of hell

Still new re­bel­lions try

Their souls shall pine with en­vi­ous rage

And vex away and die.

Almighty grace de­fends our land

From their ma­li­cious pow­er;

So let us in unit­ed songs

Almighty grace ad­ore.