O for a shout of joy, loud as the
theme we sing!
To this divine employ your hearts and
voices bring;
Sound, sound, through all the earth
abroad,
The love, th�eternal love of God;
The love, th�eternal love of God.
Unnumbered myriads stand, of seraphs
bright and fair,
Or bow at His right hand, and pay
their homage there;
But strive in vain, with loudest
chord,
To sound the wondrous love of God;
To sound the wondrous love of God.
Yet sinners saved by grace, in
songs of lower key,
In every age and place, have sung the
mystery;
Have told, in strains of sweet accord,
The love, the sovereign love of God;
The love, the sovereign love of God.
Though earth and hell assail, and
doubts and fears arise,
The weakest shall prevail, and grasp
the heavenly prize,
And through an endless age record
The love, th�unchanging love of God;
The love, th�unchanging love of God.