Thou, O Lord, art God alone,
Everlasting is Thy throne;
Through the ag­es men shall sing
Praise of Heav’n’s eter­nal king.
Thou, en­throned above the skies,
Wilt for Zi­on’s help arise:
Let Thy grace to her ap­pear,
For the pro­mised time is near.

If with love com­pas­sion­ate
We, Thy ser­vants, mourn her state,
Wilt not Thou, O gra­cious Lord,
Help in Zi­on’s need af­ford?
Lord, Thy glo­ry shall ap­pear,
Kings and na­tions then shall fear;
And Thy name shall be adored
When Thy Zi­on is re­stored.

This all ag­es shall re­cord
For the glo­ry of the Lord;
Thou dost hear the hum­ble pray­er,
For the help­less Thou dost care.
Thou eter­nal art, and great,
Heav’n and earth Thou didst cre­ate,
Heav’n and earth shall pass away,
Changeless Thou shalt live for aye.

As one lays a gar­ment by,
Thou wilt change the star­ry sky
Like a ves­ture worn and old;
But Thy years shall ne’er be told.
Thou wilt make Thy ser­vants’ race
Ever live be­fore Thy face,
And for­ev­er at Thy side
Children’s child­ren shall abide.