In one har­mo­ni­ous cheer­ful song,
Ye hap­py saints, com­bine;
Loud let it sound from ev­ery tongue,
The Sav­ior is di­vine.

The least, the feeb­lest of the sheep
To Him the Fa­ther gave;
Kind is His heart the charge to keep,
And strong His arm to save.

In Christ th’al­migh­ty Fa­ther dwells,
And Christ and He are One;
That re­bel pow­er which Christ as­sails,
Attacks th’eter­nal throne.

That hand, which Heav’n and earth sus­tains,
And bars the gates of hell,
And ri­vets Sa­tan down in chains,
Shall guard His chos­en well.

Now let th’in­fer­nal li­on roar,
How vain his threats ap­pear!
When he can match Je­ho­vah’s pow­er,
I will be­gin to fear.