1 Ye that obey th’immortal King,
Attend his holy place;
Bow to the glories of his pow'r,
And bless his wond'rous grace.

2 Lift up your hands by morning light,
And send your souls on high;
Raise your admiring thoughts by night
Above the starry sky.

3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts
With rays of quick’ning grace;
The God that spread the heav’ns abroad,
And rules the swelling seas.