Ye nations round the earth rejoice
Before the Lord your sov’reign king,
Serve Him with cheerful heart and voice;
With all your tongues His glory sing.
The Lord is God; ’tis He alone
Doth life, and breath and being give;
We are His work, and not our own,
The sheep that on His pastures live.
Enter His gates with songs of joy;
With praises to His courts repair;
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thanks and honors there.