O bless­èd be the Lord
For His eter­nal Word,
That sheds around the paths we tread
Its calm and stea­dy rays:
Come, wor­ship at His throne;
O make His won­ders known,
And let His tem­ple gates be filled
With songs of praise.

O bless­èd be the Lord,
In Heav’n and earth adored;
The God of truth and right­eous­ness,
Our hope be­yond the grave;
Let an­thems to the skies
In joy­ful con­cert rise;
O praise the Lord, whose migh­ty arm
Is strong to save.

O bless­èd be our king,
Whose name the an­gels sing,
While all the ran­somed host above
Their crowns before Him cast;
O bless­èd be our king,
Who soon His own shall bring;
Forever there, to rest from care,
With Him at last.