Ye Islands of the Northern Sea

Ye is­lands of the north­ern sea

Rejoice

the Sav­ior reigns;

His word like fire pre­pares His way

And mount­ains melt to plains.

His pre­sence sinks the proud­est hills

And makes the val­leys rise;

The hum­ble soul en­joys His smiles

The haugh­ty sin­ner dies.

The heav’ns His right­ful pow­er pro­claim;

The id­ol-gods around

Fill their own wor­ship­ers with shame

And tot­ter to the ground.

Adoring an­gels at His birth

Make the Re­deem­er known:

Thus shall He come to judge the earth

And an­gels guard His throne.

His foes shall trem­ble at His sight

And hills and seas re­tire;

His child­ren take their un­known flight

And leave the world in fire.

The seeds of joy and glo­ry sown

For saints in dark­ness here

Shall rise and spring in worlds un­known

And a rich har­vest bear.