1 Listen to the won­drous mu­sic
Ringing down the ag­es long,
’Tis the voice of great Je­ho­vah
Breaking forth in migh­ty song,
Singing of His Christ our king,
Who should come in low­ly birth,
And with truth and right­eous­ness
Reign and rule in all the earth.

2 Persecution met His pro­phets,
Sword and dun­geon, pain and stress;
Prisoned, slain was His fore­run­ner
Preaching forth in right­eous­ness;
Mocked and scourged and cru­ci­fied
Was His pro­mised Christ, our king,
Yet thro’ all the rage and scorn
Hear the song of tri­umph ring.

3 Onward, on­ward, His do­min­ion
Swept the earth with migh­ty flood,
Naught could hin­der its sure tri­umph,
Heroes’ fires nor mar­tyrs’ blood;
Ever gleamed the cross more bright,
Still more glo­ri­ous grew the King,
As from age to age glad souls
Heard the song of tri­umph ring.

4 Unto ev­ery tribe and na­tion
Speed the her­alds of the cross,
Finding joy in trib­u­la­tion,
Counting all for Him but loss;
Heathen hearts a Sav­ior find,
All the isles pro­claim Him king,
Yea, in ev­ery land and race
Hear the song of tri­umph ring.

5 Mighty God, Thy voice clear ring­ing
Reaches to earth’s far­thest shore;
Dare hearts still de­ny Thee wel­come?
Dare they fail Christ to adore?
God eter­nal, let Thy song
Still in heav’n­ly ca­dence ring,
Till each heart the Christ con­fess,
And, ador­ing, crown Him king.