1 To Thee, O God, glad songs we bring,
For evermore we crown Thee king;
Stretch forth Thine arm, extend Thy sway;
Break on the world Thy rising day.

2 The mighty train of starry hosts
In choral strains Thy glory boasts;
From sun to sun the echoes bound,
And distant anthems swell the sound.

3 The mountains to the valleys cry,
And rivers to the sea reply;
The winter ice, the summer dew—
All living things are singing, too.

4 Glad nature’s praise to Thee belongs,
We crown Thee in our earthly songs,
And by our lives we would record
Such praise as Heaven gives its Lord.

5 Glad songs! glad songs! ring out our joy;
Let holy themes our lips employ,
Till earth, redeemed, shall lift her voice,
And Heav’n shall echo back, rejoice.