EARTH, with all thy thousand voices,
By A Collection of Hymns

      8s & 7s. Psalm lxvi.
      1 EARTH, with all thy thousand voices,
      Praise in songs the eternal King;
      Praise his name, whose praise rejoices
      Ears that hear, and tongues that sing
      Lord, from each far-peopled dwelling
      Earth shall raise the glad acclaim;
      All shall kneel, thy greatness telling,
      Sing thy praise and bless thy name.

      2 Come and hear the wondrous story,
      How our mighty God of old,
      In the terrors of his glory,
      Back the flowing billows rolled:
      Walled within the threatening waters,
      Free we passed the upright wave;
      Then was joy to Israel's daughters,
      Loud they sang his power to save.

      3 Bless the Lord, who ever liveth;
      Sound his praise through every land,
      Who our dying souls reviveth,
      By whose arm upheld we stand.
      Now upon this cheerful morrow
      We thine altars will adorn,
      And the gifts we vowed in sorrow
      Pay on joy's returning morn.

      4 Come, each faithful soul, who fearest
      Him who fills the eternal throne:
      Hear, rejoicing while thou hearest,
      What our God for us hath done:
      When we made our supplication,
      When our voice in prayer was strong,
      Straight we found his glad salvation;
      And his mercy fills our tongue.