1 Praise the Lord through every nation;
his holy arm hath wrought salvation;
exalt him on his Father's throne.
Praise your King, ye Christian legions,
who now prepares in heavenly regions
unfailing mansions for his own:
with voice and minstrelsy
extol his majesty:
His praise shall sound all nature round,
and hymns on every tongue abound.
2 Jesus, Lord, our Captain glorious,
o'er sin, and death, and hell victorious,
wisdom and might to thee belong:
we confess, proclaim, adore thee;
we bow the knee, we fall before thee;
thy love henceforth shall be our song.
The cross meanwhile we bear,
the crown ere long to wear:
Thy reign extend world without end;
let praise from all to thee ascend.
|First Line:||Praise the Lord through every nation|
|Title:||Praise the Lord Through Every Nation|
|Translator:||James Montgomery (1828)|