Jehovah reigns, let earth be glad,
And all the isles their joy make known;
With clouds and dark­ness He is clad,
On truth and jus­tice rests His throne.

Consuming fire de­stroys His foes,
Around the world His light­nings blaze;
The trem­bling earth His pre­sence knows,
The mount­ains melt be­fore His gaze.

The heav’ns His right­eous­ness pro­claim,
Through earth His glo­ry shines abroad;
From id­ol wor­ship turn with shame
And bow be­fore the liv­ing God.

Thy Church re­joic­es to behold
Thy judg­ments in the earth, O Lord;
Thy glo­ry to the world un­fold,
Supreme o’er all be Thou ad­ored.

All ye that tru­ly love the Lord,
Hate sin, for He is just and pure;
To saints His help He will ac­cord
And keep them in His love se­cure.

For good men light and joy are sown
To bless them in the har­vest time;
Ye saints, your joy in God make known
And ev­er praise His name sub­lime.