Fall down ye nations, and adore

Jehovah on His mercy-seat,

Like prostrate seas on every shore,

That cast their billows at your feet.

Let hallelujahs to the skies,

With ocean's everlasting sound,

(The voice of many waters) rise,

Day without night, as time goes round.

Come from the east,--with gifts, ye kings,

Gold, frankincense, and myrrh;

Where'er the morning spreads her wings,

Let man to God his vows prefer.

Come from the west,--the bond, the free,

His easy service make your choice;

Ye isles of the Pacific Sea,

Like halcyon-nests, in God rejoice.

Come from the south;--through desert sands,

A highway for the Lord prepare;

Let Ethiopia stretch her hands,

And Libya pour her soul in prayer.

Come from the north;--let Europe raise

In all her languages one song;

Give God the glory, power, and praise,

That to His holy name belong.

For He hath bow'd the heavens above,

And at His feet the mountains flow'd;

He came;--but not in wrath;--in love,

To make with men His pure abode.

With smiles, O earth! thy Maker meet;

Nations, before your Saviour fall;

Redemption is in him complete,

The Gospel now is preach'd to all.