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.