Thou, whose wide ex­tend­ed sway
Suns and sys­tems e’er ob­ey!
Thou, our guard­ian and our stay,
Grace and peace im­part;
May Thy word its pow­er dis­play,
And Thy love-en­kind­ling ray
Warm, en­light­en, and as­say
Every wait­ing heart.

Thine we are, and hum­bly we
Lift the voice and bend the knee!
Thou art wor­thy, and shalt be
Evermore ad­ored:
In pro­spect­ive, Lord, we see
Jew and Gen­tile, bond and free,
Reconciled in Christ to Thee,
Holy, ho­ly Lord!

Thou by all shalt be con­fessed,
Ever bless­ing, ev­er blest,
When to Thy eter­nal rest,
In the courts above,
Thou shalt bring the sore op­pressed;
Fill each joy-de­sir­ing breast;
Make of each a wel­come guest,
At the feast of love.

When de­stroy­ing death shall die,
Hushed be ev­ery ris­ing sigh,
Tears be wiped from ev­ery eye,
Never more to fall;
Then shall prais­es fill the sky,
And an­gel­ic hosts shall cry,
Holy, ho­ly, Lord, most high,
Thou art all in all!