Sing to the Lord, Ye Distant Lands

Sing to the Lord

ye dis­tant lands

Ye tribes of ev­ery tongue;

His new dis­co­vered grace de­mands

A new and nob­ler song.

Say to the na­tions

Je­sus reigns

God’s own al­migh­ty Son;

His pow­er the sink­ing world sus­tains

And grace sur­rounds His throne.

Let Heav’n pro­claim the joy­ful day;

Joy through the earth be seen;

Let ci­ties shine in bright ar­ray

And fields in cheer­ful green.

Let an unu­su­al joy sur­prise

The is­lands of the sea;

Ye mount­ains sink; ye val­leys rise;

Prepare the Lord His way.

Behold

He comes

He comes to bless

The na­tions as their God;

To show the world His right­eous­ness

And send His truth abroad.

But when His voice shall raise the dead

And bid the world draw near

How will the guil­ty na­tions dread

To see their judge ap­pear.