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