William Knapp - Let all the lands with shouts of joy - текст песни (слова)

Let all the lands with shouts of joy
 To God their voices raise;
 Sing psalms in honour of his name,
 And spread his glorious praise.
 
 And let them say, how dreadful, Lord,
 In all thy works art thou:
 To thy great pow'r thy stubborn foes
 Shall all be forced to bow.
 
 Through all the earth the nations round
 Shall thee their God confess;
 And with glad hymns their awful dread
 Of thy great name express.
 
 O come, behold the works of God,
 And then with me you'll own
 That he to all the sons of men
 Has wondrous judgments shown.