Sing to the Lord With Joyful Voice

Sing to the Lord with joy­ful voice,
Let ev­ery land His name ad­ore;
Let ev­ery isle send forth the noise
Across the ocean to the shore.
Let na­tions stand be­fore His throne
With so­lemn fear, with sacr­ed joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can cre­ate and He de­stroy.

His sov­er­eign pow­er, with­out our aid,
Made us of clay and formed us men;
And when, like wan­der­ing sheep, we strayed,
He brought us to His fold again.
We are His peo­ple, we His care,
Our souls and all our mor­tal frame:
What last­ing hon­ors shall we rear,
Almighty Mak­er, to Thy name?

We’ll crowd Thy gates with thank­ful songs,
High as the heav’ns our voic­es raise;
And earth with her ten thou­sand tongues
Shall fill Thy courts with sound­ing praise.
Wide as the world is Thy com­mand,
Vast as eter­ni­ty Thy love!
Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand,
When roll­ing years shall cease to move.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1719.