Let the Round World with Songs Rejoice

Let the round world with songs re­joice;

Let Heav­en return the joy­ful voice;

All mind­ful of th’Apos­tles’ fame

Let Heav’n and earth their praise proc­laim.

Ye serv­ants who once bore the light

Of Gos­pel truth o’er heath­en night

Still may your work that light im­part

To glad our eyes and cheer our heart.

O God

by whom to them was giv’n

The key that shuts and op­ens Heav’n

Our chains un­bind

our loss re­pair

And grant us grace to en­ter there.

For at Thy will they preached the Word

Which cured dis­ease

which health con­ferred:

O may that heal­ing pow­er once more

Our souls to grace and health re­store.

That when Thy Son again shall come

And speak the world’s un­err­ing doom

He may with them pro­nounce us blest

And place us in Thy end­less rest.

To Thee

O Fa­ther; Son

to Thee;

To Thee

blest Spir­it

glo­ry be!

So was it ay for ag­es past

So shall through end­less ag­es last.