Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Hymn Book
Date: 1816
Compiler: Joseph Thomas
Publisher/Printer: J Foster
First Line: O for a shout of sacred joy
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Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: CM
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Hymn Number: CXIII
Page Number: 146, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO for a shout of sacred joy,
To Christ the heavn'ly king;
Let every land their tongues employ,
And songs of triumph sing.
Jesus our king ascends on high,
His heavn'ly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpets joyful sound.
While Angels shout and praise their king,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honors sing,
O'er all the earth he reigns.
Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge guide the song,
Nor mock him with a solemn sound,
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
In Isr'el stood his ancient throne,
He lov'd that chosen race-
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.
The Gentle nations are the Lord's,
There Abra'm's God is known-
While pow'rs and princes shields & swords,
Submit before his throne.