Oh, Father in Heaven, thy children now praise thee.
Praise thee for blessings bestowed from above.
Praise thee from valley, from seashore and mountains
For thy great manifestations of love.
Praise thee that angels have flown down from Heaven
Bearing the gospel of Jesus to man.
Praise thee that we in this last dispensation
Are made partakers of this Gospel plan.

From hilltop and mountains the saints shout hosanna
From seashore and islands their glad voices raise.
From desert and valley they join the glad chorus,
Singing and shouting their great Maker's praise.

Oh Father we thank thee that we are found worthy
To represent thee as servants on Earth,
That we are commissioned by Jesus, our Savior,
To teach the nations the Gospel's great worth.
Father, we thank thee that keys have been given
Opening the doors to the prison of sin
That those who have died without hearing the Gospel
Yet thy great presence may enter within.

Oh Father, we thank thee that temples have risen
Where the tall mountain tops point to the sky.
Where the soft tropical winds of Hawaii
Kiss the Pacific's broad bosom near by;
Where the Canadian snowdrifts and forests;
Where Arizona's hot deserts of sand. Father,
In love hath this blessing been scattered
Over the face of this great promised land.

Hosannah, hosannah, hosannah, hosannah!
Let hilltops and mountains and valleys rejoice.
Let desert and ocean, let seashore and islands;
Let all thy creations to praise thee give voice.
Let mortals, thy greatest creation still praise thee
Forsaking all evil and doing thy will
That all of thy children, departed or living,
May throng all eternity, worship thee still.