The earth with all her full­ness owns
Jehovah for her so­ver­eign Lord;
The count­less my­ri­ads of her sons
Rose in­to be­ing at His Word.

His Word did out of no­thing call
The world, and found­ed all that is;
Launched on the floods this so­lid ball,
And fixed it in the floa­ting seas.

But who shall quit this low abode,
Who shall as­cend the hea­ven­ly place,
And stand up­on the mount of God,
And see his ma­ker face to face?

The man whose hands and heart are clean
That bless­èd por­tion shall re­ceive;
Whoe’er by grace is saved from sin,
Hereafter shall in glo­ry live.

He shall ob­tain the star­ry crown;
And, num­bered with the saints above,
The God of his sal­va­tion own,
The God of his sal­va­tion love.