O for a shout of joy,
Loud as the theme we sing!
To this di­vine em­ploy
Your hearts and voic­es bring;
Sound, sound, through all the earth abroad,
The love, th’eter­nal love of God;
The love, th’eter­nal love of God.

Unnumbered my­ri­ads stand,
Of se­raphs bright and fair,
Or bow at His right hand,
And pay their hom­age there;
But strive in vain, with loud­est chord,
To sound the wond­rous love of God;
To sound the won­drous love of God.

Yet sin­ners saved by grace,
Ln songs of low­er key,
In ev­ery age and place,
Have sung the mys­tery;
Have told, in strains of sweet ac­cord,
The love, the so­ve­reign love of God;
The love, the so­ve­reign love of God.

Though earth and hell as­sail,
Lnd doubts and fears arise,
The weak­est shall pre­vail,
And grasp the hea­ven­ly prize,
And through an end­less age re­cord
The love, th’un­chang­ing love of God;
The love, th’un­chang­ing love of God.