This Spacious Earth Is All the Lord’s

This spa­cious earth is all the Lord’s

And men

and worms

and beasts

and birds:

He raised the build­ing on the seas

And gave it for their dwell­ing place.

But there’s a bright­er world on high

Thy pal­ace

Lord

above the sky:

Who shall as­cend that blest ab­ode

And dwell so near his mak­er God?

He that ab­hors and fears to sin

Whose heart is pure

whose hands are clean

Him shall the Lord the Sav­ior bless

And clothe his soul with right­eous­ness.

These are the men

the pi­ous race

That seek the God of Ja­cob’s face:

These shall enjoy the bliss­ful sight

And dwell in ev­er­last­ing light.

Rejoice

ye shin­ing worlds on high

Behold the King of Glo­ry nigh!

Who can this King of Glo­ry be?

The migh­ty Lord

the Sav­ior’s He.

Ye heav’n­ly gates

your leaves dis­play

To make the Lord the Sav­ior way:

Laden with spoils from earth and hell

The Con­quer­or comes with God to dwell.

Raised from the dead

He goes be­fore;

He op­ens Heav’n’s eter­nal door

To give His saints a blest ab­ode

Near their Re­deem­er and their God.