Thou, O Lord, art God alone,
Everlasting is Thy throne;
Through the ages men shall sing
Praise of Heav’n’s eter­nal king.
Thou, enthroned above the skies,
Wilt for Zion’s help arise:
Let Thy grace to her appear,
For the promised time is near.

If with love compassionate
We, Thy servants, mourn her state,
Wilt not Thou, O gracious Lord,
Help in Zion’s need afford?
Lord, Thy glo­ry shall appear,
Kings and nations then shall fear;
And Thy name shall be adored
When Thy Zion is restored.

This all ages shall record
For the glo­ry of the Lord;
Thou dost hear the humble prayer,
For the helpless Thou dost care.
Thou eter­nal art, and great,
Heav’n and earth Thou didst create,
Heav’n and earth shall pass away,
Changeless Thou shalt live for aye.

As one lays a garment by,
Thou wilt change the starry sky
Like a vesture worn and old;
But Thy years shall ne’er be told.
Thou wilt make Thy servants’ race
Ever live before Thy face,
And for­ev­er at Thy side
Children’s children shall abide.