All earth shall know your glory, Lord;
the wondering nations hear your word;
among us let your name be known;
our worship shall no more be paid
to gods which mortal hands have made;
our Maker is our God alone.
You framed the earth, you built the sky,
you made the shining worlds on high,
and reign complete in glory there;
your beams are majesty and light;
your beauties, how divinely bright;
your temple, how divinely fair!
The great day comes, the glorious hour
when earth shall feel your saving power
and every nation know your name.
Then shall the human race confess
the beauty of your holiness,
your grace forever be proclaimed.
Source: In Melody and Songs: hymns from the Psalm versions of Isaac Watts #47