Great is our re­deem­ing Lord,
In, pow­er, and truth, and grace;
Him, by high­est hea­ven adored,
His Church on earth doth praise:
In the ci­ty of our God,
In His ho­ly mount be­low,
Publish, spread His name abroad,
And all His great­ness show.

For Thy lov­ing kind­ness, Lord,
We in Thy tem­ple stay;
Here Thy faith­ful love re­cord,
Thy sav­ing pow­er dis­play:
With Thy name Thy praise is known,
Glorious Thy per­fect­ions shine;
Earth’s re­mot­est bounds shall own
Thy works are all di­vine.

See the Gos­pel Church se­cure,
And found­ed on a rock;
All her pro­mis­es are sure;
Her bul­warks who can shock?
Count! her ev­ery pre­cious shrine;
Tell, to af­ter ag­es tell,
Fortified by pow­er di­vine,
The church can ne­ver fail.

Zion’s God is all our own,
Who on His love re­ly;
We His par­don­ing love have known,
And live to Christ and die:
To the new Je­ru­sa­lem
He our faith­ful guide shall be;
Him we claim, and rest in Him,
Through all eter­ni­ty.