All ye that love the Lord, rejoice,

And let your songs be new;

Amidst the church with cheerful voice

His later wonders shew.

The Jews, the people of his grace,

Shall their Redeemer sing;

And Gentile nations join the praise,

While Zion owns her King.

The Lord takes pleasure in the just,

Whom sinners treat with scorn;

The meek that lie despis'd in dust

Salvation shall adorn.

Saints should be joyful in their King,

Ev'n on a dying bed;

And like the souls in glory sing,

For God shall raise the dead.

Then his high praise shall fill their tongues,

Their hands shall wield the sword;

And vengeance shall attend their songs,

The vengeance of the Lord.

When Christ his judgment-seat ascends,

And bids the world appear,

Thrones are prepar'd for all his friends,

Who humbly lov'd him here.

Then shall they rule with iron rod

Nations that dar'd rebel;

And join the sentence of their God

On tyrants doom'd to hell.

The royal sinners bound in chains

New triumphs shall afford;

Such honour for the saints remains:

Praise ye, and love the Lord.