Before Jehovah’s awful throne,

Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;

Know that the Lord is God alone:

He can create and He destroy.

His sovereign power, without our aid,

Made us of clay, and formed us men;

And when like wand’ring sheep we strayed,

He brought us to his fold again.

We’ll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heavens our voices raise;

And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is thy command,

Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,

When rolling years shall cease to move.