Praise the Saviour, all ye nations,

Praise Him, all ye hosts above;

Shout, with joyful acclamation,

His divine, victorious love;

Be His kingdom now promoted,

Let the earth her Monarch know;

Be my all to Him devoted,

To my Lord my all I owe.


See how beauteous on the mountains

Are their feet, whose grand design

Is to guide us to the fountains

That o'erflow with bliss divine,

Who proclaim the joyful tidings

Of salvation all around,

Disregard the world's deridings,

And in works of love abound.


With my substance will I honor

My Redeemer and my Lord;

Were ten thousand worlds my manor,

All were nothing to His Word:

While the heralds of salvation

His abounding grace proclaim,

Let His friends, of every station,

Gladly join to spread His fame