The Lord Jehovah reigns,
His throne is built on high;
the garments he assumes
Are light and majesty
His glories shine with beams so bright
No mortal eye can bear the sight.

The thunders of His hand
Keep the wide world in awe:
His wrath and justice stand
To guard His holy law
And where His love resolves to bless,
His truth confirms and seals the grace.

Through all His mighty works
Amazing Wisdom shines,
Confounds the pow'rs of hell,
And breaks their dark designs
Strong is His arm, and shall fulfil
His great decrees and sov'reign will.

And will this sovereign King
Of Glory condescend?
And will He write His name
my rather and my Friend?
I love His name, I love His word,
Join all my pow'rs to praise the Lord.