Thou Shalt Not Doubt the King Most High

Thou shalt not doubt the King most high

Whose glo­ry is cre­ation’s good:

Sunlike His beams of ma­jes­ty

The storm­ing ages have with­stood.

The pil­lars of eter­nal right

Who from their roc­ky hold can wrench?

The flame of the eter­nal light

What gloom can hide

what wind can quench?

Thou shalt not doubt the aw­ful King;

Glory is His

but ter­ror

too;

The re­bel storms their hom­age bring

And bow their pride His will to do.

If dark­ness is His judg­ment-dress

His sun­ny robes He will re­sume;

Unfailing He re­turns to bless

Like day­break from the mi­dnight’s tomb.

Thou shalt not doubt eter­nal God;

Mercy up­holds His state­ly throne;

He wins cre­ation’s heart by blood;

Our blood it is

and yet His own.

O so­lemn and con­sol­ing sign!

Wilt thou be saved? He save thee will.

Thy blood was His; then His is thine;

He in thee will thine hope ful­fill.