He who on earth as man was known,

And bore our sins and pains,

Now seated on th’ eternal throne,

The Lord of glory reigns.

2 His hands the wheels of nature guide

With sure, unerring skill,

And countless worlds, extended wide,

Obey his sovereign will.

3 While harps unnumbered sound his praise

In yonder worlds above,

His saints on earth admire his ways,

And glory in his love.

4 This land through which his pilgrims go,

Is desolate and dry;

But streams of grace from him o’erflow,

Their thirst to satisfy.

5 When troubles, like a burning sun,

Beat heavy on their head,

To this high Rock for rest they run,

And find a pleasing shade.

6 How glorious he, how happy they

In such a generous friend,

Whose love secures them all the way,

And crowns them at the end.