All Ye That Love the Lord, Rejoice

All ye that love the Lord re­joice

And let your songs be new;

Amidst the church with cheer­ful voice

His lat­er won­ders show.

The Jews

the peo­ple of His grace

Shall their Re­deem­er sing;

And Gen­tile na­tions join the praise

While Si­on owns her king.

The Lord takes plea­sure in the just

Whom sin­ners treat with scorn;

The meek that lie des­pised in dust

Salvation shall adorn.

Saints should be joy­ful in their king

E’en on a dy­ing bed;

And like the souls in glo­ry sing

For God shall raise the dead.

Then His high praise shall fill their tongues

Their hands shall wield the sword;

And ven­geance shall at­tend their songs

The ven­geance of the Lord.

When Christ His judg­ment seat as­cends

And bids the world ap­pear

Thrones are pre­pared for all His friends

Who hum­bly loved Him here.

Then shall they rule with ir­on rod

Nations that dared re­bel;

And join the sen­tence of their God

On ty­rants doomed to hell.

The roy­al sin­ners bound in chains

New tri­umphs shall af­ford:

Such hon­or for the saints re­mains:

Praise ye

and love the Lord.