Jehovah reigns, His throne is high,
His robes are light and ma­jes­ty;
His glo­ry shines with beams so bright,
No mor­tal can sus­tain the sight.

His ter­rors keep the world in awe;
His jus­tice guards His ho­ly law;
His love re­veals a smil­ing face;
His truth and pro­mise seal the grace.

Through all His works His wis­dom shines,
And baf­fles Satan’s deep de­signs;
His pow­er is so­ve­reign to ful­fill
The nob­lest coun­sels of His will.

And will this glo­ri­ous Lord des­cend
To be my Fa­ther and my friend?
Then let my songs with an­gels join;
Heav’n is se­cure, if God be mine.