O Zion, ’Tis Thy God’s Command

O Zion

’tis thy God’s com­mand

That thou in strength se­cure­ly stand;

O God

con­firm and strength­en still

Thy pur­pos­es in us ful­fill.

O Thou

whose glo­ri­ous tem­ple stands

In Zion

famed through hea­then lands

Kings shall Thy pow­er and glo­ry see

And bring their pre­sents un­to Thee.

Thou wilt re­buke the fierce and strong

Who hate the right and choose the wrong

And scat­ter those who peace ab­hor

The na­tions that de­light in war.

The hea­then princ­es yet shall flee

From id­ols and re­turn to Thee;

Earth’s sin­ful and be­night­ed lands

To God shall soon stretch out their hands.

Praise God and sing His match­less worth

Ye kings and king­doms of the earth;

He dwells with­in the heav­en­ly height

And ut­ters forth His voice of might.

Ascribe ye strength to God on high

His might trans­cend­ent fills the sky;

His glo­ry and om­ni­po­tence

Remains His peo­ple’s sure de­fense.

Forth from Thy dwell­ing place

O God

Thy aw­ful glo­ry shines abroad;

Thy peo­ple’s strength is all from Thee;

Blest be Thy name eter­nal­ly.