Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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1 |
O for a shout of sacred joy To God, the sov'reign King! Let ev'ry land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. Jesus, our God, ascends on high; His heav'nly guards around, Attend Him rising through the sky, With trumpet's joyful sound. |
O for a shout of sacred joy, Stanza 1 & Stanza 2 |
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2 |
While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strain; Let all the earth His honors sing; O'er 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 |