Thou, O Lord, Art God Alone

Thou

O Lord

art God alone

Everlasting is Thy throne;

Through the ag­es men shall sing

Praise of Heav’n’s eter­nal king.

Thou

en­throned above the skies

Wilt for Zi­on’s help arise:

Let Thy grace to her ap­pear

For the pro­mised time is near.

If with love com­pas­sion­ate

We

Thy serv­ants

mourn her state

Wilt not Thou

O gra­cious Lord

Help in Zi­on’s need af­ford?

Lord

Thy glo­ry shall ap­pear

Kings and na­tions then shall fear;

And Thy name shall be ad­ored

When Thy Zi­on is re­stored.

This all ag­es shall re­cord

For the glo­ry of the Lord;

Thou dost hear the hum­ble pray­er

For the help­less Thou dost care.

Thou eter­nal art

and great

Heav’n and earth Thou didst cre­ate

Heav’n and earth shall pass away

Changeless Thou shalt live for aye.

As one lays a gar­ment by

Thou wilt change the star­ry sky

Like a ves­ture worn and old;

But Thy years shall ne’er be told.

Thou wilt make Thy serv­ants’ race

Ever live be­fore Thy face

And for­ev­er at Thy side

Children’s child­ren shall ab­ide.