Shout to Jehovah, in ancient time

Verse 1

O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The psalmist's sacred harp was strung,
Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue.

Verse 1

Shout to Jehovah, in ancient time,
The psalmist's sacred harp was strung,
Whose blessed sound in songs sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue.

Verse 2

Not now on Zion's height alone
Thy favored worshippers may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well.

Verse 2

Not now on Zion's high alone
Thy favored worshipers may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well.

Verse 3

From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer—
The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.

Verse 3

From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer—
The incense of the heart—may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.

Verse 4

To thee shall age, with snowy hair,
And strength, and beauty, bend the knee,
And childhood lisp with reverent air
Its praises and its prayers to thee.

Verse 4

To thee shall age, with snowy hair,
And strength, and beauty, bend the knee,
And childhood lisp with reverent air
Its praises and its prayers to thee.