Ye heavenly choir, assist me to sing,
And strike the soft lyre, and honor our king;
His mighty salvation demands all our praise,
Our best adoration,
And loftiest lays.
All glory to God, who ruleth on high,
And now hath bestowed, and sent from the sky
Christ Jesus, the Savior, poor mortals to bless,
The pledge of His favor,
The seal of His peace.
Thanksgiving and praise to Jesus belong;
Who claims for His grace
The New Testament song;
Our Savior and lover, in hymns we proclaim,
And all the world over,
Rejoice in His name.
Ye sea faring men, His footsteps adore,
His miracles seen, of goodness and power;
Who plough the rough ocean, your voices employ,
With hearty devotion,
And fullness of joy.
Ye deserted wilds, your offerings bring,
Your God reconciled, ye villagers sing;
Exult in His passion, ye rude mountaineers,
For lo, your salvation
With Jesus appears!
Him, strong to redeem, ye islanders praise,
Created by Him, who saves the lost race;
With shouts never ceasing, extol the Most High,
And welcome the blessings
He brings from the sky.