1. Thro’ the new Heav’n what voices ring
In praise triumphant to our king?
Like many waters, hark, they pour
Their tide along the golden shore!
All blessing, honor, power divine,
All might and majesty be Thine!
Holy and true are all Thy words,
Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!

2. These from the martyrs’ bed of flame,
These from the gloomy dungeon came,
These, on the dreadful battlefield,
Stood firm till death and would not yield.
All voices in that faithful throng,
Swell clear and true the glorious song;
Holy and true are all Thy words,
Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!

3. These bore Thy banner o’er the sea,
Exiled and poor for love of Thee,
And found in danger and distress,
Thy presence in the wilderness.
No storm could shake, no ill could harm
So strong was Thy protecting arm,
Holy and true are all Thy words,
Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!