Th’Almighty Reigns Exalted High

Th’Almighty reigns ex­alt­ed high

O’er all the earth

o’er all the sky;

Though clouds and dark­ness veil His feet

His dwell­ing is the mer­cy seat.

O ye that love His ho­ly name

Hate ev­ery work of sin and shame:

He guards the souls of all His friends

And from the snares of hell de­fends.

Immortal light and joys un­known

Are for the saints in dark­ness sown;

Those glo­ri­ous seeds shall spring and rise

And the bright har­vest bless our eyes.

Rejoice

ye right­eous

and re­cord

The sacr­ed hon­ors of the Lord:

None but the soul that feels His grace

Can triumph in His ho­li­ness.