1 Let all the earth their voices raise,
To sing the choicest psalm of praise,
To sing and bless Jehovah's name;
His glory let the heathens know,
His wonders to the nations show,
And all his saving works proclaim.
2 The heathens know thy glory, Lord,
The wond'ring nations read thy word,
But here Jehovah's name is known:
Nor shall our worship e'er be paid
To gods which mortal hands have made;
Our Maker is our God alone.
3 He fram'd the globe, he built the sky,
He made the shining worlds on high,
And reigns complete in glory there;
His beams are majesty and light;
His beauties how divinely bright!
His temple how divinely fair!
4 Come the great day, the glorious hour,
When earth shall feel his saving pow'r,
And barb'rous nations fear his name:
Then shall the race of men confess
The beauty of his holiness,
And in his courts his grace proclaim.
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First Line: | Let all the earth their voices raise |
Title: | The God of the Gento;es |
Meter: | As the 113th Psalm |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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Notes: | Public Domain. |