|Eternal God, Thou only just,|
Thou only gracious, wise, and true,
Not unto us who are but dust,
But unto Thee is glory due.
The Lord we serve maintains His Throne
Above the clouds, beyond the sky;
His will shall through the earth be done;
He answers when His servants cry.
Oh Israel ! make the Lord thy hope,
Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest;
For He shall build thy ruins up;
Yea all His Israel shall be blest !
The dead praise not Thy goodness, Lord,
Neither the silent in the grave;
But all who live shall bless Thy word,
And sound Thy mighty power to save.