God is known a-mong His peo-ple,
Ev-ery mouth His prais-es fill;
From of old He has es-tab-lished
His a-bode on Zi-on's hill;
There He broke the sword and ar-row,
Bade the noise of war be still.
Ex-cel-lent and glo-rious are you,
With your tro-phies from the fray;
You have slain the might-y war-riors,
Wrapped in sleep of death are they;
When your an-ger once is ris-en,
Who can stand in that dread day?
When from heaven your sen-tence sound-ed,
All the earth in fear was still,
While to save the meek and low-ly
God in judg-ment wrought His will;
E'en the wrath of man shall praise you,
Your de-signs it shall ful-fill.
Vow and pay un-to Je-ho-vah,
Him your God for-ev-er own;
All men, bring your gifts be-fore Him,
Wor-ship Him, and Him a-lone.
Might-y kings o-bey and fear Him,
Princ-es bow be-fore His throne.