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 sovereign power, without our aid,

Made us of clay, and formed us men;

And when like wandering sheep we strayed,

He brought us to his fold again.

3 We are his people—we his care—

Our souls, and all our mortal frame:

What lasting honors shall we rear,

Almighty Maker, to thy name?

4 We’ll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heavens our voices raise;

And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

5 Wide as the world is thy command!

Vast as eternity thy love!

Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,

When rolling years shall cease to move!