Let all the earth their voic­es raise
To sing the choic­est psalm of praise,
To sing and bless Je­ho­vah’s name:
His glo­ry let the hea­thens know,
His won­ders to the na­tions show,
And all His sav­ing works pro­claim.

The hea­thens know Thy glo­ry, Lord,
The won­der­ing na­tions read Thy Word,
In Bri­tain is Je­ho­vah known:
Our wor­ship shall no more be paid
To gods which mor­tal hands have made;
Our mak­er is our God alone.

He framed the globe, He built the sky,
He made the shin­ing worlds on high,
And reigns com­plete in glo­ry there:
His beams are ma­jes­ty and light;
His beau­ties, how di­vine­ly bright!
His tem­ple, how divine­ly fair!

Come the great day, the glo­ri­ous hour,
When earth shall feel His sav­ing pow­er,
And bar­bar­ous na­tions fear His name;
Then shall the race of man con­fess
The beau­ty of His ho­li­ness,
And in His courts His grace pro­claim.