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.