Ye that obey th’im­mor­tal King,
Attend His ho­ly place;
Bow to the glo­ries of His pow­er,
And bless His won­drous grace.

Lift up your hands by morn­ing light,
And send your souls on high;
Raise your ad­mir­ing thoughts by night
Above the star­ry sky.

The God of Zi­on cheers our hearts
With rays of quick’n­ing grace;
The God that spread the heav’ns abroad,
And rules the swell­ing seas.