All you that love the Lord, rejoice, And let your songs be new; Amidst the church with cheerful voice His later wonders show. The Jews, the people of His grace, Shall their Redeemer sing; And Gentile nations join the praise, While Zion owns her King. The Lord takes pleasure in the just, Who sinners treat with scorn; The meek that lie despised in dust Salvation will adorn. Saints should be joyful in their King, Even on a dying bed; And like the souls in glory sing; For God will raise the dead. Then His high praise will fill their tongues Their hands shall wield the sword; And vengeance shall attend their songs, The vengeance of the Lord. When Christ the judgment seat ascends, And bids the world appear, Thrones are prepared for all His friends Who humbly loved Him here. Then will they rule with iron rod Nations that dared rebel; And join the sentence of their God On tyrants doomed to hell. The royal sinners bound in chains New triumphs will afford: Such honor for the saints remains: Praise you, and love the Lord!
