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'll
crowd His gates with thankful songs,
High
as the heavens our voices raise;
And
earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall
fill His courts with sounding praise.
4
Wide
as the world is His command,
Vast
as Eternity His love;
Firm
as a rock His truth shall stand,
When
rolling years shall cease to move.