The Lord in Zion ever reigns,
And o’er her holds His guardian hand;
Her worship and her laws maintains,
Which, like Himself, unmoved shall stand.
O come, behold what He has done
Whom we delight to call our Lord;
The victories which His arm has won;
And faithfully His deeds record.
He maketh war on earth to cease;
He breaks the bow, He cuts the dart,
The chariot burns; and sheds His peace
O’er every nation, every heart.
Be still, and hear the Lord proclaim—
I will above the heathen rise;
O’er all the earth exalt My name,
And spread My triumphs through the skies.