SING, all ye nations to the Lord,

SING, all ye nations to the Lord, Sing with a joyful noise; With melody of sound record His honours and your joys.

Say to the power that shakes the sky, How terrible art Thou! Sinners before Thy presence fly, Or at Thy feet they bow.

Oh bless our God and never cease, Ye saints, fulfil His praise; He keeps our life, maintains our peace, And guides our doubtful ways.

Lord, Thou hast proved our suffering souls To make our graces shine; So silver bears the burning coals, The metal to refine.

Through watery deeps and fiery ways We march at Thy command; Led to possess the promised place By Thine unerring hand.