Let Si­on in her king re­joice;
Though ty­rants rage, and king­doms rise,
He ut­ters His al­migh­ty voice,
The na­tions melt, the tu­mult dies.

The Lord of old for Ja­cob fought,
And Ja­cob’s God is still our aid:
Behold the works His hand has wrought,
What de­so­la­tions He has made.

From sea to sea, thro’ all the shores
He makes the noise of bat­tle cease;
When from on high His thun­der roars
He awes the trem­bling world to peace.

He breaks the bow, He cuts the spear,
Chariots He burns with heav’n­ly flame;
Keep si­lence, all the earth, and hear
The sound and glo­ry of His name.

Be still, and learn that I am God;
I’ll be ex­alt­ed o’er the lands;
I will be known and feared abroad;
But still My throne in Si­on stands.

O Lord of hosts, al­migh­ty King,
While we so near Thy pre­sence dwell,
Our faith shall sit se­cure, and sing
Defiance to the gates of hell.