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.
~ Isaac Watts
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