O for a Shout of Sacred Joy

O for a shout of sac­red joy

To God the sov­er­eign King!

Let ev­ery land their tongues em­ploy

And hymns of tri­umph sing.

Jesus our God as­cends on high

His heav’n­ly guards around

Attend Him ris­ing through the sky

With trum­pets’ joy­ful sound.

While an­gels shout and praise their king

Let mor­tals learn their strains;

Let all the earth His hon­ors sing;

O’er all the earth He reigns.

Rehearse His praise with awe pro­found

Let know­ledge lead the song

Nor mock Him with a so­lemn sound

Upon a thought­less tongue.

In Is­rael stood His an­cient throne

He loved that chos­en race;

But now He calls the world His own

And heath­ens taste His grace.

The Brit­ish is­lands are the Lord’s

There Ab­ra­ham’s God is known;

While pow­ers and princ­es

shields and swords

Submit be­fore His throne.