Ye that obey th’ immortal King, Attend his holy place;
Ye that obey th’ immortal King, Attend his holy place; Bow to the glories of his power, And bless his wondrous grace.
Lift up your hands by morning light, And send your souls on high; Raise your admiring thoughts by night Above the starry sky.
The God of Zion cheers our hearts With rays of quick’ning grace; The God that spread the heav’ns abroad, And rules the swelling seas.
~ Isaac Watts
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