Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue; His new-discover'd grace demands A new and nobler song. Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, God's own almighty Son: His pow'r the sinking world sustains, And grace surrounds his throne. Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day, Joy through the earth be seen; Let cities shine in bright array, And fields in cheerful green. Let an unusual joy surprise The islands of the sea: Ye mountains, sink, ye valleys, rise, Prepare the Lord his way. Behold he comes, he comes to bless The nations, as their God; To shew the world his righteousness, And send his truth abroad.