Hail, ransomed world! awake to glory!

For God, the Saviour, bids you rise;

Angelic hosts proclaim the story,

And speed the tidings from the skies:

Shall then the Prince of Darkness reigning,

Oppress the earth from pole to pole,

And bind in chains the immortal soul—

His hands all sacred things profaning?

Awake! O Church, awake!

The tyrant’s fetters break!

In God’s right arm of strength resolved

On glorious victory.

2 Far let the gospel-trump be sounding—

O’er sea, and continent, and isle;

While the sweet voice of grace abounding,

Shall make the burdened captive smile.

Yes! to a world in bondage lying,

Go teach a bleeding Saviour’s name—

Freedom from sin and death proclaim,

On every breeze salvation flying—

And seize the gospel sword!

And with our mighty Lord,

March on, march on, all hearts resolved

On glorious victory.