Ye that obey th' immortal King,

Attend his holy place;

Bow to the glories of his power,

And bless his wondrous grace.

Lift up your hands by morning light,

And send your souls on high;

Raise your admiring thoughts by night

Above the starry sky.

The God of Zion cheers our hearts

With rays of quick'ning grace;

The God that spread the heav'ns abroad,

And rules the swelling seas.