Great is the Lord our God,

And let his praise be great;

He makes his churches his abode,

His most delightful seat.

2 These temples of his grace,

How beautiful they stand!

The honors of our native place,

And bulwarks of our land.

3 In Zion God is known,

A refuge in distress;

How bright has his salvation shone,

Through all her palaces!

4 When kings against her joined,

And saw the Lord was there,

In wild confusion of the mind,

They fled with hasty fear.

5 Oft have our fathers told,

Our eyes have often seen,

How well our God secures the fold

Where his own sheep have been.

6 In every new distress

We’ll to his house repair;

We’ll call to mind his wondrous grace,

And seek deliverance there.