The Lord, in His right­eous­ness, judg­es the peo­ple;
The mount­ains and hills by His rule are se­cure;
The men of all na­tions, through­out all ge­ne­ra­tions,
Shall hon­or Him as long as the sun shall en­dure.

His bless­ings He scat­ters like show’rs from the hea­vens,
Like rain on the fields when the grass is new mown;
His peace is des­cend­ing, abun­dant, ne­ver end­ing;
The needy and op­pressed doth He count as His own.

From sea un­to sea shall He spread His do­min­ion,
From ends of the earth to the ri­vers that run;
The isles of the ocean shall of­fer Him de­vo­tion,
All kings shall bow be­fore Him, all na­tions be one.