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EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations bow with sacred joy;

Know that the Lord is God alone,

He can create, and he destroy.

His sovereign power, without our aid,

Made us of clay, and form'd us men;

And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,

He brought us to his fold again.

We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heavens our voices raise;

And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is thy command;

Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,

When rolling years shall cease to move.

ORD of the worlds above!

How pleasant and how fair

The dwellings of thy love,

Thy earthly temples, are!

To thine abode My heart aspires,

With warm desires To see my God.