|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
O for a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovíreign King!
Let evíry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
Jesus, our God, ascends on high;
His heavínly guards around,
Attend Him rising through the sky,
With trumpetís joyful sound.
O for a shout of sacred joy, Stanza 1 & Stanza 2
While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strain;
Let all the earth His honors sing;
Oíer all the earth He reigns.
Speak forth His praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge guide the song;
Nor mock Him with a solemn sound,
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
O for a shout of sacred joy, Stanza 3 & Stanza 4