Thomas Clark - Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,
 Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue;
 His new-discover'd grace demands
 A new and nobler song.
 
 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns,
 God's own almighty Son:
 His pow'r the sinking world sustains,
 And grace surrounds his throne.
 
 Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day,
 Joy through the earth be seen;
 Let cities shine in bright array,
 And fields in cheerful green. 
 
 Let an unusual joy surprise
 The islands of the sea:
 Ye mountains, sink, ye valleys, rise,
 Prepare the Lord his way.
 
 Behold he comes, he comes to bless
 The nations, as their God;
 To shew the world his righteousness,
 And send his truth abroad.