Let Sion in Her King Rejoice

Let Si­on in her king re­joice;

Though ty­rants rage

and king­doms rise

He ut­ters His al­migh­ty voice

The na­tions melt

the tu­mult dies.

The Lord of old for Ja­cob fought

And Ja­cob’s God is still our aid:

Behold the works His hand has wrought

What de­so­la­tions He has made.

From sea to sea

thro’ all the shores

He makes the noise of bat­tle cease;

When from on high His thun­der roars

He awes the trem­bling world to peace.

He breaks the bow

He cuts the spear

Chariots He burns with heav’n­ly flame;

Keep si­lence

all the earth

and hear

The sound and glo­ry of His name.

Be still

and learn that I am God;

I’ll be ex­alt­ed o’er the lands;

I will be known and feared abroad;

But still My throne in Si­on stands.

O Lord of hosts

al­migh­ty King

While we so near Thy pre­sence dwell

Our faith shall sit se­cure

and sing

Defiance to the gates of hell.