Be-fore Je-ho-vah's awe-some throne,
Ye na-tions, bow with sa-cred joy;
Know that the Lord is God a-lone;
He can cre-ate, and He des-troy,
He can cre-ate, and He des-troy.
His sov-ereign pow-er, with-out our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wan-d'ring sheep we strayed,
He brought us to His fold a-gain,
He brought us to His fold a-gain.
We are His peo-ple, we His care,
Our souls, and all our mor-tal frame;
What last-ing hon-ors shall we rear,
Al-might-y Mak-er, to Thy Name,
Al-might-y Mak-er, to Thy Name?
We'll crowd Thy gates with thank-ful songs,
High as the hea-vens our voi-ces raise;
And earth, with her ten thou-sand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sound-ing praise,
Shall fill Thy courts with sound-ing praise.
Wide as the world is Thy com-mand,
Vast as e-ter-ni-ty Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand,
When rol-ling years shall cease to move,
When rol-ling years shall cease to move.
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