Hence from my soul sad thoughts be gone,
And leave me to my joys.
My tongue shall triumph in my God,
And make a joyful noise.


Come let us lift our voices high,
As all our joys arise,
And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasures never die.

Sing all ye nations to the Lord,
Sing with a joyful noise.
In God the life of all our joys,
Aloud shall we rejoice.


Recordings 1, 2