Jesus demands the voice of joy,
Loud through the land let triumph ring;
His honors should your songs employ,
Let glo­ri­ous praises hail the King.

Shout to the Lord—adoring own,
Thy works Thy wondrous might disclose,
Thine arm vic­to­ri­ous power has shown;
Thus did Thy cross confound Thy foes!

Low, at that cross, the world shall bow,
All nations shall its blessings prove;
While grateful strains in concert flow,
To sing Thy power, and praise Thy love.

Oh bless your God, ye nations round;
People and lands, rehearse His name;
Let shouts of joy through earth resound,
Let every tongue His praise pro­claim.