To Thee, O God, We Render Thanks

To Thee

O God

we ren­der thanks

To Thee give thanks sin­cere

Because Thy won­drous works de­clare

That Thou art ev­er near.

Thy right­eous judg­ment

Thou hast said

Shall in due time ap­pear

And Thou who didst es­tab­lish it

Wilt fill the earth with fear.

Thou teach­est meek­ness to the proud

And mak­est sin­ners know

That none is judge but God alone

To hon­or or bring low.

Jehovah holds a cup of wrath

And holds it not in vain

For all the wick­ed of the earth

Its bit­ter dregs shall drain.

The God of Is­ra­el I will praise

And all His glo­ry show;

The right­eous He will high ex­alt

And bring the wick­ed low.