God is known among His people,
Every mouth His praises fill;
From of old He has established
His abode on Zion’s hill;
There He broke the sword and arrow,
Bade the noise of war be still.

Excellent and glo­ri­ous art Thou,
With Thy trophies from the fray;
Thou hast slain the valiant hearted,
Wrapped in sleep of death are they;
When Thine anger once is ris­en,
Who can stand in that dread day?

When from Heav’n Thy sentence sounded,
All the earth in fear was still,
While to save the meek and lowly
God in judg­ment wrought His will;
E’en the wrath of man shall praise Thee,
Thy designs it shall fulfill.

Vow and pay ye to Je­ho­vah,
Him your God for­ev­er own;
All men, bring your gifts before Him,
Worship Him, and Him alone;
Mighty kings obey and fear Him,
Princes bow before His throne.