The Lord has heard and an­swered prayer
And saved His people in dis­tress;
This to the com­ing age de­clare,
That they His ho­ly name may bless.

The Lord, ex­alt­ed on His throne,
Looked down from Heav’n with pi­ty­ing eye
To still the low­ly cap­tive’s moan
And save His people doomed to die.

All men in Zi­on shall de­clare
His gra­cious name with one ac­cord,
When kings and na­tions ga­ther there
To serve and wor­ship God the Lord.

Before my jour­ney is com­plete
My vi­gor fails, my years de­cline;
My God, O spare me, I en­treat;
The days of life are whol­ly Thine.

The earth and heav’ns shall pass away,
Like ves­ture worn and laid aside,
But change­less Thou shalt live for aye,
Thy years for­ev­er shall abide.

Thou, O Je­ho­vah, shalt en­dure;
Thy throne for­ev­er is the same;
And to all ge­ne­ra­tions sure
Shall be Thy great me­mo­ri­al name.

Thy ser­vants’ child­ren shall re­main
Forevermore be­fore Thy face;
Enduring hon­or they shall gain,
Established ev­er in Thy grace.