1 Before Jehovah's awesome throne,
All nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy--
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign pow'r 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--
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to your Name?
Almighty Maker, to your Name?
4 We'll crowd your gates with thankful songs,
High as the heaven our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill your courts with sounding praise--
Shall fill your courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is your command,
Vast as eternity your love;
Firm as a rock your truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move--
When rolling years shall cease to move.
