Before Jehovah’s awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy:
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and He alone.

His sov’reign pow’r, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men:
And when, like wand’ring sheep we strayed,
He brought us to His fold again.

We are His people, we His care;
Our souls and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to Thy name.

Recordings none