O for a shout of sacred joy
To God the sov'reign king!
Let every 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 honour 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 tonguе

In Israel stood his ancient throne
Hе 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 pow'rs, and princes, shields and swords
Submit before his throne