Give thanks to God our King, and make a joyful noise;

Let every tongue his praises sing, and every heart rejoice.

CHORUS:

Let the trumpet’s joyful sound

Tell the listening world around,

A ransom for lost man is found.

The love that fill’d his breast, and brought Him from the skies,

Doth heavenly blessings now impart unto his enemies.

For such amazing love let mortals tune their lays,

And sing with all the hosts above, the Saviour’s worthy praise.

Cho: Let the trumpet, &c.