This spacious globe of earth

Verse 1

This spacious globe of earth, It's treasures, great and small, With them that in it dwell, our God Is sovereign Lord of all.

Verse 2

For he, upon the seas, It's firm foundations laid; Upon the rowling floods, it's base, He unremoved hath stayed.

Verse 3

But, who Jehovah's hill, Shall happily ascend? And who, within his holy place Before him shall attend?

Verse 4

The man whose hands are clean, And heart from stains is pure; Whose soul's not raised to vanity, Nor can false oaths endure.

Verse 5

This man shall, from the Lord, Receive the fullest bliss; The God of his salvation shall Him clothe with righteousness.

Verse 6

Who truly seek the Lord, This is the happy race; Whose pious souls devoutly seek The God of Jacob's face.

Verse 7

My soul, unbar the gates, Immortal doors give way; That, with his graces, enter in, The King of glory may,

Verse 8

Who is this glorious King? The Lord whose powers excel; Who comes in triumph, laden with The spoils of earth and hell.

Verse 9

Be raised, ye heavenly gates, Eternal doors give way; That enter, with his train of saints, The King of glory may.

Verse 10

This glorious King, who's he? The Lord of Hosts I sing; That Lord whom heaven, and earth adore; 'Tis he is glory's King.