The Lord, the Sovereign King

The Lord

the sov­er­eign king

Hath fixed His throne on high;

O’er all the heav­en­ly world He rules

And all be­neath the sky.

Ye an­gels

great in might

And swift to do His will

Bless ye the Lord

whose voice ye hear

Whose plea­sure ye ful­fill.

Let the bright hosts who wait

The or­ders of their king

And guard His church­es when they pray

Join in the praise they sing.

While all His won­drous works

Through His vast king­dom show

Their mak­er’s glo­ry

thou

my soul

Shalt sing His grac­es

too.