Thro’ the New Heav’n What Voices Ring

Thro’ the new Heav’n what voic­es ring

In praise tri­umph­ant to our king?

Like ma­ny waters

hark

they pour

Their tide along the gold­en shore!

All bless­ing

hon­or

pow­er di­vine

All might and ma­jes­ty be Thine!

Holy and true are all Thy words

Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!

These from the mar­tyrs’ bed of flame

These from the gloomy dun­geon came

These

on the dread­ful bat­tle­field

Stood firm till death and would not yield.

All voic­es in that faith­ful throng

Swell clear and true the glo­ri­ous song;

Holy and true are all Thy words

Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!

These bore Thy ban­ner o’er the sea

Exiled and poor for love of Thee

And found in dan­ger and dis­tress

Thy pre­sence in the wil­der­ness.

No storm could shake

no ill could harm

So strong was Thy pro­tect­ing arm

Holy and true are all Thy words

Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!