O for a shout of joy

Verse 1

Oh, for a shout of joy, Worthy the theme we sing; To this divine employ Our hearts and voices bring; Sound, sound, through all the earth abroad, The love, the eternal love of God.

Verse 2

Unnumbered myriads stand, Of seraphs bright and fair, Or bow at thy right hand, And pay their homage there; But strive in vain with loudest chord, To sound thy wondrous love, O Lord.

Verse 3

Yet sinners saved by grace, In songs of lower key, In every age and place, Have sung the mystery,-- Have told in strains of sweet accord, Thy love, thy sovereign love, O Lord.

Verse 4

Though earth and hell assail, And doubts and fears arise, The weakest shall prevail, And grasp the heavenly prize, And through an endless age record Thy love, thy changeless love, O Lord.