| Text: | Sing to the Lord that built the skies |
| Tune: | ROTHWELL |
| Arranger: | Mason |
1 Sing to the Lord that built the skies,
The Lord that reared this stately frame,
Let all the nations sound His praise,
And lands unknown repeat His name.
2 He formed the seas, and formed the hills,
Made every drop and every dust,
Nature and time, with all their wheels,
And pushed them into motion first.
3 Now, from His high, imperial throne,
He looks far down upon the spheres;
He bids the shining orbs roll on,
And round he turns the hasty years.
4 Thus shall this moving engine last,
Till all His saints are gathered in,
Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast
To shake it all to dust again!
5 Yet, when the sound shall tear the skies,
And lightning burn the globe below,
Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes,
There's a new heaven and earth for you.
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| First Line: | Sing to the Lord that built the skies |
| Publication Date: | 1865 |
| Notes: | Public Domain |