| Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and he destroy. | | 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. | | 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? | | We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heaven our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. | | 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. | | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! Praise him, all creatures here below! Praise him above, ye heavenly host! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! | |