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 croud thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heav'n, our voices raise;
And earth with her ten thousand tongues
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

4 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!