The Lord Je-ho-vah reigns;
His throne is built on high.
The gar-ments He as-sumes
Are light and ma-jes-ty.
His glo-ries shine
With beams so bright no mor-tal eye
Can bear the sight.
The thun-ders of His hand
Keep the wide world in awe;
His wrath and jus-tice stand
To guard His ho-ly law.
And where His love
Re-solves to bless His truth con-firms
And seals the grace.
Through all His might-y works
A-maz-ing wis-dom shines--
Sub-dues the powers of hell,
Con-founds their dark de-signs.
Strong is His arm,
And shall ful-fill His great de-crees
And sov-ereign will.
And will this sov-ereign King
Of glo-ry con-des-cend,
And will He write His Name:
My Fa-ther and my Friend?
I love His Name;
I love His Word. Join, all my powers,
To praise the Lord!