A paraphrase.

Sing to the Lord with joyful voice,

Let every land his name adore;

The British isles shall send the noise

Across the ocean to the shore.

Nations, attend before his throne

With solemn fear, with sacred joy;

Know that the Lord is God alone;

He can create and he destroy.

His sovereign power, without our aid,

Made us of clay and formed us men;

And when, like wand'ring sheep, we strayed,

He brought us to his fold again.

We are his people, we his care,

Our souls and all our mortal frame:

What lasting honors shall we rear,

Almighty Maker, to thy name?

We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heav'ns our voices raise;

And earth with her ten thousand tongues

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is thy command,

Vast as eternity thy love!

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,

When rolling years shall cease to move.