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 wandering sheep we strayed,

He brought us to His fold again,

We are His people, we His care,

Our souls, and all our mortal frame;

What lasting honors shall we rear,

Almighty Maker, to Thy Name,

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,