For the First of August Celebrations
Praise we the Lord! let songs resound
To earthâ€™s remotest shore!
Songs of thanksgiving, songs of praise â€”
For we are slaves no more.
Praise we the Lord! His power hath rent
The chains that held us long!
His voice is mighty, as of old,
And still His arm is strong.
Praise we the Lord! His wrath arose,
His arm our fetters broke;
The tyrant dropped the lash, and we
To liberty awoke!
Praise we the Lord! let hoâ€™y songs
Rise from these happy isles!
O! let us not unworthy prove,
On whom His bounty smiles.
And cease we not the fight of faith
Till all mankind be free;
Till mercy oâ€™er the earth shall flow,
As waters oâ€™er the sea.
Then shall indeed Messiahâ€™s reign
Through nil the world extend;
Then swords to ploughshares shall be turned,
And Heaven with earth shall blend.