1 Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone--
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sov'reign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when, like wand'ring sheep, we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are thy people, we thy care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name!
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.