God Is Known Among His People

God is known among His peo­ple

Every mouth His prais­es fill;

From of old He has es­tab­lished

His abode on Zi­on’s hill;

There He broke the sword and ar­row

Bade the noise of war be still.

Excellent and glo­ri­ous art Thou

With Thy tro­phies from the fray;

Thou hast slain the val­iant heart­ed

Wrapped in sleep of death are they;

When Thine an­ger once is ris­en

Who can stand in that dread day?

When from Heav’n Thy sen­tence sound­ed

All the earth in fear was still

While to save the meek and low­ly

God in judg­ment wrought His will;

E’en the wrath of man shall praise Thee

Thy de­signs it shall ful­fill.

Vow and pay ye to Je­ho­vah

Him your God for­ev­er own;

All men

bring your gifts be­fore Him

Worship Him

and Him alone;

Mighty kings ob­ey and fear Him

Princes bow be­fore His throne.