The Lord himself is King

Verse 1

The LORD himself is King, O let the Earth rejoice; Yea, let the Isles be glad And shout with chearful Voice: Darkness and awful Clouds, His Glory shroud in State; Judgment and Righteousness, As close Attendants wait, At his Pavillion Gate.

Verse 2

Before him raging Flames, His Foes with Vengeance struck, His Lightnings shone Abroad, And Earth with Terror shook: The Hills with one Accord, Like Wax before him melt; Their Heights no Help afford, In Presence of the LORD.

Verse 3

The Heav'ns, his Truth to show, With Fire his Foes pursu'd: The trembling World below, His awful Glory view'd. Confounded be their Host, Who worship Day be Day Carv'd Idols, made with Hands; Ye Gods to whom they pray, To him your Homage pay.

Verse 4

Sion thy Triumph heard, And Judah was o'erjoy'd; Because thy Judgments, LORD, Have Pagan Pride destroy'd: For thou art seated high, On thy exalted Throne, Unrival'd in the Sky, Both Earth and Heaav'n shall own, That thou art GOD alone.

Verse 5

All ye who love the LORD, Hate Sin, and Truth esteem; He will from wicked Men, His Servant's Soul redeem: A glorious Light springs up, And Joy the Just shall bless; Ye Righteous praise the LORD, With thankful tongues confess, His Truth and Holiness.