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; He is Holy;
Blessèd, 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; He is holy;
Holy is His aweful 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, 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; 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; He is holy;
We too will His grace implore.

God in Christ is all forgiving,
Waits His promise to fulfill;
Come, exalt Him, all the living,
Come, ascend His holy hill;
He is holy; He is holy;
Worship at His holy hill.

Jehovah reigns in majesty,
Let all the nations quake;
He dwells between the cherubim,
Let earth’s foundations shake.
Supreme in Zion is the Lord,
Exalted gloriously,
Ye nations, praise His Name with awe,
The Holy One is He.

The mighty King loves justice well,
And equity ordains;
He rules His people righteously,
And faithfulness maintains.
O magnify the Lord our God,
Let Him exalted be;
In worship at His footstool bow,
The Holy One is He.

When priests and prophets called on God,
He their petitions heard;
His cloudy pillar led them on,
And they obeyed His Word.
Though sending judgments for their sins,
He pardoned graciously;
Exalt the Lord and worship Him,
The Holy One is He.

Gathered here in that great Presence,
Every earthly light grows dim:
Angels fall in dread and reverence,
Men redeemed take up the hymn:
Holy, Holy,
Holy is that Sacred Name!

Awed to silence by His power,
Prostrate millions ’wait His Word,
They, the creatures of an hour,
He, the everlasting Lord!
Holy, Holy,
Holy is that Sacred Name!

Goodness finds its good within Him!
Truth finds truth upon His tongue!
He is Beauty of all Beauty,
Let His praise be ever sung!
Holy, Holy,
Holy is that Sacred Name!

All must do what You require,
For Your Law remains the same:
Give our hearts a great desire
For the hallowing of Your Name!
Holy, Holy,
Holy is That Sacred Name!

Now, when the dusky shades of night, retreating
Before the sun’s red banner, swiftly flee;
Now, when the terrors of the dark are fleeting,
O Lord, we lift our thankful hearts to Thee.

To Thee, whose Word, the fount of light unsealing,
When hill and dale in thickest darkness lay,
Awoke bright rays across the dim earth stealing,
And bade the even and morn complete the day.

Look from the tower of heaven, and send to cheer us,
Thy light and truth, to guide us onward still;
Still let Thy mercy, as of old, be near us,
And lead us safely to Thy holy hill.

In vain to labor, unless Thou be with him,
Man goeth forth through all the weary day;
In vain his strife, in vain his toil unceasing,
Unless Thy staff bring comfort on his way.

Thou, who hast made the north and south, watch o’er us;
Thou, in Whose Name the lonely ones rejoice,
Still let Thy cloudy pillar glide before us,
Still let us listen for Thy warning voice.

So, when the morn of endless light is waking,
And shades of evil from its splendors flee,
Safe may we rise, the earth’s dark breast forsaking,
Through all the long bright day to dwell with Thee.