His saints shall live, and to the King
Rich gifts in trib­ute shall be paid;
His prais­es men shall ev­er sing,
For Him shall end­less pray­er be made.

Abundant fields for har­vest white
Already wave in ev­ery land,
And Zi­on’s ci­ti­zens de­light
And pros­per in their king’s com­mand.

His name shall ev­er­more abide,
In Him shall all the world be blest;
By all the na­tions far and wide
His praise shall ev­er be con­fessed.

Now bless­èd be the Migh­ty One,
Jehovah, God of Is­ra­el,
For He alone has won­ders done,
And deeds in glo­ry that ex­cel.

And bless­èd be His glo­ri­ous name,
Long as the ages shall en­dure;
O’er all the earth ex­tend His fame,
Amen, Amen, for ev­er­more.