|Location in The Sacred Harp|
O for a shout of sacred joy
To God the sovíreign King!
Let evíry land their toungs employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
Augusta 35, Stanza 1a
Jesus our God ascends on high;
His heavínly guards around
Attend him rising throí the sky,
With trumpetís joyful sound.
Augusta 35, Stanza 1b
While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honours sings;
Oíer all the earth he reigns.
Augusta 35, Stanza 2a
Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song,
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
Augusta 35, Stanza 2b
In Israíl stood his antient throne,
He lovíd that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.
The British islands are the Lordís,
There Abrahamís God is known;
While powírs and princes, shields and swords
Submit before his throne.