All the World Shall Come

All the world shall come to serve Thee

And bless Thy glo­ri­ous name

And Thy right­eous­ness tri­umph­ant

The is­lands shall ac­claim.

Yea

the peoples shall go seek­ing

Who knew Thee not be­fore

And the ends of earth shall praise Thee

And tell Thy great­ness o’er.

They shall build for Thee their al­tars

Their idols ov­er­thrown

And their grav­en gods shall shame them

As they turn to Thee alone.

They shall wor­ship Thee at sun­rise

And feel Thy king­dom’s might

And im­part Thy un­der­stand­ing

To those astray in night.

With the com­ing of Thy king­dom

The hills shall shout with song

And the is­lands laugh ex­ult­ant

That they to God be­long.

And through all Thy con­gre­ga­tions

So loud Thy praise shall ring

That the ut­most peop­les

hear­ing

Shall hail Thee crown­èd king.