Praise the Saviour, all ye nations,Praise Him, all ye hosts above;Shout, with joyful acclamation,His divine, victorious love;Be His kingdom now promoted,Let the earth her Monarch know;Be my all to Him devoted,To my Lord my all I owe.See how beauteous on the mountainsAre their feet, whose grand designIs to guide us to the fountainsThat o’erflow with bliss divine,Who proclaim the joyful tidingsOf salvation all around,Disregard the world’s deridings,And in works of love abound.With my substance will I honorMy Redeemer and my Lord;Were ten thousand worlds my manor,All were nothing to His Word:While the heralds of salvationHis abounding grace proclaim,Let His friends, of every station,Gladly join to spread His fame