Shout to the Lord, and Let Our Joys

Verse 1

Shout to the Lord, and let our joys
Thro’ the whole nation run;
Ye British skies, resound the noise
Beyond the rising sun.

Verse 2

Thee, mighty God, our souls admire,
Thee our glad voices sing,
And join with the celestial choir
To praise th’ eternal King.

Verse 3

Thy power the whole creation rules,
And on the starry skies
Sits smiling at the weak designs
Thine envious foes devise.

Verse 4

Thy scorn derides their feeble rage,
And with an awful frown
Flings vast confusion on their plots,
And shakes their Babel down.

Verse 5

[Their secret fires in caverns lay,
And we the sacrifice:
But gloomy caverns strove in vain
To ‘scape all-searching eyes.

Verse 6

Their dark designs were all reveal’d,
Their treasons all betray’d:
Praise to the God that broke the snare
Their cursed hands had laid.]

Verse 7

In vain the busy sons of hell
Still new rebellions try,
Their souls shall pine with envious rage,
And vex away and die.

Verse 8

Almighty grace defends our land
From their malicious power,
Let Britain with united songs
Almighty grace adore.