1 Before Jehovah’s awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy:
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy,
2 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again,
3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to Thy name?
4 We’ll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs;
High as the heav'ns our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.
5 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.
|First Line:||Before Jehovah's awful throne|
|Topic:||Praise and Thanksgiving|