html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }ING to the Lord a new-made song,
Let all the earth the strain prolong;
Sing to the Lord, and bless His Name:
And where no beam of heavenly light
Has burst the gloom of heathen night,
His wonders and His love proclaim.
Oh! be His name alone adored,
For high and holy is the Lord.
Darkness is on the nations now,
To senseless wood and stone they bow,—
But God the heaven on high hath made;
Before Him light and glory glow,
And in His sanctuary below,
Are strength and beauty still displayed.
Ye people all, your offerings bring:
Give glory to our heavenly King,
Come to His courts; oh! come to bless
And worship Him in holiness;
Let nations fear Him and obey.
Say to the heathen, He shall reign,
The world shall rise to life again,
And rest secure beneath His sway:
Yea, He shall bid oppression cease,
And judge the earth in righteousness.
Let earth be glad! let Heaven rejoice!
And ocean's ceaseless sounding voice
Proclaim the truth to every car!
Let hill and vale prolong the sound,
Till earth and sky with joy resound,
For lo! the Lord himself is near.
He comes! He comes to earth again!
He comes in love and peace to reign.
E.