S ing to the King of kings,
Sing in unusual lays,
That hath wrought wondrous things,
His conquest crown with praise:
Whose Arms alone,
And Sacred Hands
Their impious bands
Have overthrown.

He justice brings to light;
His saving truth extends,
Ev'n in the Gentiles sight,
To earth's remotest ends.
His heav'nly grace
At full display'd,
And promise made
To Jacob's race.

Let all that dwell on earth
Their high affections raise,
With universal mirth,
And loudly sing His praise;
To music join
The warbling voice,
Let all rejoice
With joy divine.

The sprightly trumpet sound,
The shrill-voic'd cornet bring;
Let all with joy abound
Before the Lord our King.
Roar out you seas;
You spangl'd skies,
All you comprise,
Rejoice with these.

Floods, clap your thronging waves;
You hills, exalt your mirth;
He, Who His people saves,
Now comes to judge the earth;
The round world shall
With justice try;
His equity
Dispens'd to all.