1 The Lord Jehovah reigns,
His throne is built on high
The garments he assumes
Are light and majesty;
His glories shine
With beams so bright,
No mortal eye
Can bear the sight.
2 The thunders of his hand
Keep the wide world in awe;
His wrath and justice stand
To guard his holy law:
And where his love
Resolves to bless,
His truth confirms
And seals the grace.
3 Thro' all his ancient works
Surprising wisdom shines,
Confounds the pow'rs of hell,
And breaks their curs'd designs:
Strong is his arm,
And shall fulfil
His great decrees,
His sov'reign will.
4 And can this mighty King
Of glory condescend!
And will he write his name,
"My Father and my Friend?"
I love his name!
I love his word!
Join all my pow'rs
And praise the Lord.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The Lord Jehovah reigns |
Title: | The divine perfections |
Meter: | As Psalm cxlviii |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |