With one consent let all the earth

To God their cheerful voices raise;

Glad homage pay, with awful mirth,

And sing before him songs of praise:

2 Convinced that he is God alone,

From whom both we and all proceed;

We, whom he chooses for his own,

The flock that he vouchsafes to keep.

3 O, enter, then, his temple gate,

Thence to his courts devoutly press;

And still your grateful hymns repeat,

And still his name with praises bless.

4 For he’s the Lord supremely good,

His mercy is for ever sure;

His truth, which always firmly stood,

To endless ages shall endure.