Great Is the Lord Our God

Great is the Lord our God

And let His praise be great;

He makes His church­es His ab­ode

His most de­light­ful seat.

Those tem­ples of His grace

How beau­ti­ful they stand!

The hon­ors of our na­tive place

And bul­warks of our land.

In Si­on God is known

A re­fuge in dis­tress;

How bright has His sal­va­tion shone

Through all her pal­ac­es!

When kings against her joined

And saw the Lord was there

In wild con­fu­sion of the mind

They fled with has­ty fear.

When na­vies tall and proud

Attempt to spoil our peace

He sends His tem­pests roar­ing loud

And sinks them in the seas.

Oft have our fa­thers told

Our eyes have oft­en seen

How well our God se­cures the fold

Where His own sheep have been.

In ev­ery new dis­tress

We’ll to His house re­pair;

We’ll think up­on His won­drous grace

And seek de­liv­er­ance there.