Ye Servants of God

Ye serv­ants of God

your mas­ter pro­claim

And pub­lish abroad His won­der­ful name;

The name all vic­tor­ious of Je­sus ex­tol

His kingd­om is glo­ri­ous and rules ov­er all.

The waves of the sea have lift­ed their voice

Sore trou­bled that we in Je­sus re­joice;

The floods they are roar­ing

but Je­sus is here;

While we are ad­or­ing

He al­ways is near.

Men

de­vils en­gage

the bil­lows arise

And hor­ri­bly rage

and threat­en the skies:

Their fu­ry shall nev­er our stead­fast­ness shock

The weak­est be­liev­er is built on a rock.

God rul­eth on high

al­migh­ty to save

And still He is nigh

His pre­sence we have;

The great con­gre­ga­tion His tri­umph shall sing

Ascribing sal­va­tion to Je­sus our king.

Salvation to God

who sits on the throne

Let all cry aloud and hon­or the Son!

The prais­es of Je­sus the an­gels pro­claim

Fall down on their faces and wor­ship the Lamb.

Then let us adore

and give Him His right

All glo­ry and pow­er

and wis­dom and might;

All hon­or and bless­ing

with an­gels above

And thanks nev­er ceas­ing

and in­fi­nite love.