15 The Lord the sov'reign King,
Hath fix'd his throne on high,
O’er all the heav'nly world he rules,
And all beneath the sky.

16 Ye angels great in might,
And swift to do his will,
Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear,
Whose pleasure ye fulfil.

17 Let the bright hosts who wait
The orders of their King,
And guard his churches when they pray,
Join in the praise they sing.

18 While all his wond'rous works,
Thro' his vast kingdom show
Their Maker’s glory, thou, my soul,
Shalt sing his graces too.