O for a shout of sacred joy
To God the sov�reign King!
Let ev�ry 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 Isr�el stood His ancient throne,
He lov�d 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.