1 All ye that love the Lord, rejoice, And let your songs be new; Amidst the church with cheerful voice His later wonders shew.
2 The Jews, the people of his grace, Shall their Redeemer sing; And Gentile nations join the praise, While Zion owns her King.
3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just, Whom sinners treat with scorn; The meek that lie despis'd in dust Salvation shall adorn.
4 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.
5 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.
6 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.
7 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.
8 The royal sinners bound in chains New triumphs shall afford; Such honour for the saints remains: Praise ye, and love the Lord.