Arise, ye people, and adore,

Exulting strike the chord;

Let all the earth, from shore to shore,

Confess th’ almighty Lord.

2 Glad shouts aloud—wide echoing round,

Th’ ascending Lord proclaim;

The angelic choir respond the sound,

And shake creation’s frame.

3 They sing of death and hell o’erthrown

In that triumphant hour;

And God exalts his conquering Son

To his right hand of power.

4 O shout, ye people, and adore,

Exulting strike the chord;

Let all the earth, from shore to shore,

Confess th’ almighty Lord.