To Thee, O God, we ren­der thanks,
To Thee give thanks sin­cere,
Because Thy won­drous works de­clare
That Thou art ev­er near.

Thy right­eous judg­ment, Thou hast said,
Shall in due time ap­pear,
And Thou who didst es­tab­lish it
Wilt fill the earth with fear.

Thou teach­est meek­ness to the proud,
And mak­est sin­ners know
That none is judge but God alone,
To hon­or or bring low.

Jehovah holds a cup of wrath,
And holds it not in vain,
For all the wick­ed of the earth
Its bit­ter dregs shall drain.

The God of Is­ra­el I will praise
And all His glo­ry show;
The right­eous He will high ex­alt
And bring the wick­ed low.