1 Rejoice! the Lord is King;
Your Lord and King adore:
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore:
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.
2 His wintry north winds blow,
Loud tempests rush amain;
Yet his thick showers of snow
Defend the infant grain:
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.
3 He wakes the genial spring,
Perfumes the balmy air;
The vales their tribute bring,
The promise of the year:
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice:
Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.
4 He leads the circling year;
His faith the hills adorn;
He fills the golden ear,
And loads the field with corn;
Oh, happy morning, raise your voice;
Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.
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First Line: | Rejoice! the Lord is King; Your Lord and King adore |
Author: | J. Taylor |
Meter: | H. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | The Christian Nation: Thanksgiving; Providence Acknowledged in the Seasons |