Give glory to the Lord,

Extol His holy name,

Let men and angels' tongues record

His everlasting fame.

While we His love relate,

Who saves the lost from hell,

O ye who kept your first estate,

His sovereign power forth tell!

Among our fallen race,

The living yet are we;

This is our day,--our day of grace,

The last we e'er may see.

Confess we then our sin,

Repent, believe and pray;

Strive the straight gate to enter in,

And force the narrow way.

The Lord delights to bless

The valiant for the truth,

And crown their age with happiness,

Who serve Him from their youth.

Angels, while ye on high

Rejoice o'er ransom'd men;

"The lost is found," we too would cry,

"The dead alive again."