Shout to the Lord, and let our joys

General information

This is an hymn by Isaac Watts, his Hymn 92 of Book 2, published 1719, "composed for the 5th of November, 1694."

Settings by composers (automated)

• Samuel Holyoke — Byfield  English SATB
• Abraham Maxim — Augusta  English STB

 

Text and translations

English text Shout to the Lord, and let our joys Through the whole nation run; Ye British skies, resound the noise Beyond the rising sun. Thee, mighty God, our souls admire, Thee our glad voices sing, And join with the celestial choir To praise th' eternal King. Thy power the whole creation rules, And on the starry skies Sits smiling at the weak designs Thine envious foes devise.

Thy scorn derides their feeble rage, And with an awful frown Flings vast confusion on their plots, And shakes their Babel down. Their secret fires in caverns lay, And we the sacrifice; But gloomy caverns strove in vain To 'scape all-searching eyes. Their dark designs were all revealed, Their treasons all betrayed: Praise to the God that broke the snare Their cursed hands had laid.

In vain the busy sons of hell Still new rebellions try, Their souls shall pine with envious rage, And vex away and die. Almighty grace defends our land From their malicious power; Let Britain with united songs Almighty grace adore.

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