Before Jehovah’s Awful Throne

Before Je­ho­vah’s aw­ful throne

Ye na­tions

bow with sac­red joy;

Know that the Lord is God alone;

He can cre­ate

and He de­stroy

He can cre­ate

and He de­stroy.

His sov­er­eign pow­er

with­out our aid

Made us of clay

and formed us men;

And when like wan­der­ing sheep we strayed

He brought us to His fold again

He brought us to His fold again.

We are His peo­ple

we His care

Our souls

and all our mor­tal frame;

What last­ing hon­ors shall we rear

Almighty Mak­er

to Thy name

Almighty Mak­er

to Thy name?

We’ll crowd Thy gates with thank­ful songs

High as the heav­ens our voic­es raise;

And earth

with her ten thou­sand tongues

Shall fill Thy courts with sound­ing praise

Shall fill Thy courts with sound­ing praise.

Wide as the world is Thy com­mand

Vast as eter­ni­ty Thy love;

Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand

When roll­ing years shall cease to move

When roll­ing years shall cease to move.