The Lord Je­ho­vah reigns;
His throne is built on high;
The gar­ments He as­sumes
Are light and ma­jes­ty;
His glo­ries shine
With beams so bright
No mor­tal eye
Can bear the sight.

The thun­ders of His hand
The wide world keep in awe;
His wrath and jus­tice stand
To guard His ho­ly law;
And where His love
Resolves to bless,
His truth con­firms
And seals the grace.

Through all His an­cient works
Surprising wis­dom shines,
Confounds the pow­ers of hell,
And breaks their cursed designs:
Strong is His arm,
And shall ful­fill
His great de­crees,
His so­ver­eign will.

And will this migh­ty King
Of glo­ry con­des­cend?
And will He write His name:
My Fa­ther and my friend?
I love His name;
I love His Word;
Join all my pow­ers,
And praise the Lord!