Isaac Watts · 543 of 724

Hymn 35

Let them neglect thy glory, Lord, Who never knew thy grace; But our loud songs shall still record The wonders of thy praise.

We raise our shouts, O God, to thee, And send them to thy throne; All glory to th' united Three, The undivided One.

'Twas he (and we'll adore his name) That formed us by a word; 'Tis he restores our ruined frame: Salvation to the Lord!

Hosannah! let the earth and skies Repeat the joyful sound Rocks, hills, and vales, reflect the voice In one eternal round.