God the Lord is King: before Him,

Earth, with all thy nations, wait!

Where the cherubim adore Him,

Sitteth He in royal state:

He is holy;

Blessed, only Potentate!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

God the Lord is King of Glory,

Zion, tell the world His fame;

Ancient Israel, the story

Of His faithfulness proclaim:

He is holy;

Holy is His awful name.

 

 

 

 

 

In old times when dangers darkened,

When, invoked by priest and

seer;

To His people’s cry He hearkened

Answered them in all their fear:

He is holy;

As they called, they found Him

near.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Laws divine to them were

spoken,

From the pillar of the cloud,

Sacred precepts, quickly broken!

Fiercely then His vengeance

flowed,

He is holy;

To the dust their hearts were

bowed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

But their Father God forgave them,

When they sought His face once more;

Ever ready was to save them,

Tenderly did He restore;

He is holy;

 We too will His grace implore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

God in Christ is all forgiving,

Waits His promise to fulfil:

Come, exalt Him all the living;

Come, ascend His holy hill!

He is holy;

Worship at His holy hill.