The Lord Jehovah Reigns (1)

The Lord Je­ho­vah reigns;

His throne is built on high;

The gar­ments He as­sumes

Are light and ma­jes­ty;

His glo­ries shine

With beams so bright

No mor­tal eye

Can bear the sight.

The thun­ders of His hand

The wide world keep in awe;

His wrath and jus­tice stand

To guard His ho­ly law;

And where His love

Resolves to bless

His truth con­firms

And seals the grace.

Through all His an­cient works

Surprising wis­dom shines

Confounds the pow­ers of hell

And breaks their cursed de­signs:

Strong is His arm

And shall ful­fill

His great de­crees

His sov­er­eign will.

And will this migh­ty King

Of glo­ry con­des­cend?

And will He write His name:

My Fa­ther and my friend?

I love His name;

I love His Word;

Join all my pow­ers

And praise the Lord!