Thro’ the new Heav’n what voic­es ring
In praise tri­um­phant to our king?
Like ma­ny waters, hark, they pour
Their tide along the gold­en shore!
All bless­ing, hon­or, pow­er di­vine,
All might and ma­jes­ty be Thine!
Holy and true are all Thy words,
Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!

These from the mar­tyrs’ bed of flame,
These from the gloomy dun­geon came,
These, on the dread­ful bat­tle­field,
Stood firm till death and would not yield.
All voic­es in that faith­ful throng,
Swell clear and true the glo­ri­ous song;
Holy and true are all Thy words,
Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!

These bore Thy ban­ner o’er the sea,
Exiled and poor for love of Thee,
And found in dan­ger and dis­tress,
Thy pre­sence in the wil­der­ness.
No storm could shake, no ill could harm
So strong was Thy pro­tect­ing arm,
Holy and true are all Thy words,
Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!