1 The earth for ever is the Lord's,
With Adam's num'rous race;
He rais'd its arches o'er the floods,
And built it on the seas.

2 But who among the sons of men
May visit thine abode?
He that has hands from mischief clean,
Whose heart is right with God.

3 This is the man may rise and take
The blessings of his grace;
This is the lot of those that seek
The God of Jacob's face.

4 Now let our soul's immortal pow'rs,
To meet the Lord prepare;
Lift up their everlasting doors,
The King of Glory's near.

5 The King of Glory! Who can tell
The wonders of his might?
He rules the nations; but to dwell
With saints is his delight.