Praise we the Lord! let songs resound
To earths remotest shore!
Songs of thanksgiving, songs of praise
For we are slaves no more.
Praise we the Lord! His power hath rent
The chains that held us long!
His voice is mighty, as of old,
And still His arm is strong.
Praise we the Lord! His wrath arose,
His arm our fetters broke;
The tyrant dropped the lash, and we
To liberty awoke!
Praise we the Lord! let hoy songs
Rise from these happy isles!
O! let us not unworthy prove,
On whom His bounty smiles.
And cease we not the fight of faith
Till all mankind be free;
Till mercy oer the earth shall flow,
As waters oer the sea.
Then shall indeed Messiahs reign
Through nil the world extend;
Then swords to ploughshares shall be turned,
And Heaven with earth shall blend.
