Words: Isaac Watts
Christ's first and second coming. 1 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Ye tribes of' ev'ry tongue; His new-discovered grace demands A new and nobler song. 2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, God's own almighty Son; His power the sinking world sustains, And grace surrounds his throne. 3 Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day, Joy through the earth be seen; Let cities shine in bright array, And fields in cheerful green. 4 Let an unusual joy surprise The islands of the sea: Ye mountains, sink; ye valleys, rise; Prepare the Lord his way. 5 Behold, he comes, he comes to bless The nations as their God; To show the world his righteousness, And send his truth abroad. 6 But when his voice shall raise the dead, And bid the world draw near, How will the guilty nations dread To see their Judge appear! As the 113th Psalm. (888 888) The God of the Gentiles. 1 Let all the earth their voices raise To sing the choicest psalm of praise, To sing and bless Jehovah's name: His glory let the heathens know, His wonders to the nations show, And all his saving works proclaim. 2 The heathens know thy glory, Lord, The wond'ring nations read thy word, In Britain is Jehovah known: Our worship shall no more be paid To gods which mortal hands have made; Our Maker is our God alone. 3 He framed the globe, he built the sky, He made the shining worlds on high, And reigns complete in glory there: His beams are majesty and light; His beauties, how divinely bright! His temple, how divinely fair! 4 Come the great day, the glorious hour, When earth shall feel his saving power, And barb'rous nations fear his name; Then shall the race of man confess The beauty of his holiness, And in his courts his grace proclaim.