God the Lord is King: be­fore Him
Earth with all thy na­tions, wait!
Where the cher­ub­im adore Him,
Sitteth He in roy­al state:
He is ho­ly; He is Ho­ly;
Blessèd, on­ly po­te­ntate!

God the Lord is King of glo­ry,
Zion, tell the world His fame;
Ancient Is­ra­el, the sto­ry
Of His faith­ful­ness pro­claim:
He is ho­ly; He is ho­ly;
Holy is His awe­ful name.

In old times when dan­gers dark­ened,
When, in­voked by priest and seer,
To His people’s cry He heark­ened,
Answered them in all their fear;
He is ho­ly, He is ho­ly;
As they called, they found Him near.

Laws di­vine to them were spok­en
From the pil­lar of the cloud;
Sacred pre­cepts, quick­ly brok­en!
Fiercely then His ven­geance flowed:
He is ho­ly; He is ho­ly;
To the dust their hearts were bowed.

But their Fa­ther God for­gave them
When they sought His face once more:
Ever rea­dy was to save them,
Tenderly did He re­store:
He is ho­ly; He is ho­ly;
We too will His grace im­plore.

God in Christ is all for­giv­ing,
Waits His promise to ful­fill;
Come, ex­alt Him, all the liv­ing,
Come, as­cend His ho­ly hill;
He is ho­ly; He is ho­ly;
Worship at His ho­ly hill.