I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship
When, at His bidding, every storm is stilled
Or who can say how great the jubilation
When all the hearts of men with love are filled
But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture
And myriad, myriad human voices sing
And earth to Heaven, and Heaven to earth will answer
"At last the Savior, Savior of the world is king!"