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 mighty works
Amazing wisdom shines;
Confounds the pow’r of hell,
And all their dark designs;
Strong is His arm and shall fulfill
His great decrees and sovereign will.
4 And will this sovereign 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, to praise the Lord.
Source: The Voice of Thanksgiving #99