Before Jehovah’s awesome throne,
O nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and he destroy.
His sovereign power without our aid
Made us of clay and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
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?
We’ll crowd your gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth wit all its thousand tongues
Shall fill your courts with sounding praise.
Wide as the world is your command,
Vast as eternity your love;
Firm as a rock your truth shall stand
When rolling years shall cease to move.
Hymn # 454
Author: Louis Bourgeois
Tune: Old Hundredth
1st Published in: 1736