Shout Aloud, All Ye Lands

lyricist: Fanny Crosby, 1875
Composer: Robert Lowry

Across the blue wa­ters

The mes­sage of grace

O’er king­dom and em­pire

Is fly­ing apace;

The day-beam is break­ing

Majestic and bright

And mill­ions are turn­ing

From dark­ness to light.

Shout aloud

all ye lands

And be glad while ye sing;

Shout aloud

all ye lands

For the Sav­ior is king!

And the sound that went forth

On the night of His birth

Shall be heard to the ut­ter­most

Bounds of the earth.

All crea­tures ador­ing

Shall bow at His word

All tongues shall con­fess Him

Their Sav­ior and Lord;

His truth and its glo­ry

Extended shall be

And cover the earth

As the wa­ters the sea.

How gent­ly and kind­ly

There comes from above

His scep­ter of mer­cy

His stand­ard of love!

He rul­eth in wis­dom

The mon­arch of peace;

His reign shall be glo­ri­ous

And nev­er shall cease.

The day is ap­proach­ing

The time draw­eth nigh

When na­tion to na­tion

Hosanna shall cry;

The id­ols they wor­ship

In dust shall be laid

And Je­sus be hon­ored

Exalted

ob­eyed.

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