A plain translation. Praise to our Creator.

Ye nations round the earth, rejoice

Before the Lord, your sovereign King;

Serve him with cheerful heart and voice,

With all your tongues his glory sing.

The Lord is God; 'tis he alone

Doth life, and breath, and being give;

We are his work, and not our own,

The sheep that on his pastures live.

Enter his gates with songs of joy,

With praises to his courts repair;

And make it your divine employ

To pay your thanks and honors there.

The Lord is good, the Lord is kind,

Great is his grace, his mercy sure;

And the whole race of man shall find

His truth from age to age endure.