1 That Thou, O LORD, art ever nigh,
Though veil'd in awful majesty,
Thy mighty works declare;
Thy hand this earthly frame upholds,
Thine eye the universe beholds,
With providential care.
2 Thou set up, and pull down;
To Thee the monarch owes his crown,
The conqueror his wreath;
In Thee all creatures live and move;
Thou reign'st supreme in heaven above,
And in the earth beneath.
3 Great King of kings, and LORD of lords,
Whose hand chastises and rewards,
Thee only we adore;
To Thee the voice of praise shall rise,
In hallelujahs to the skies,
When time shall be no more.