Triumphant, Lord, Thy Goodness Reigns

Triumphant Lord

Thy good­ness reigns

Thro’ all the wide

ce­les­ti­al plains;

And its full streams re­dun­dant flow

Down to th’ab­odes of men be­low.

Thro’ na­ture’s works its glo­ries shine;

The cares of pro­vi­dence are Thine;

And grace erects our ru­ined frame

A fair­er tem­ple to Thy name.

Oh

give to ev­ery hu­man heart

To taste and feel how good Thou art!

With grate­ful love and ho­ly fear

To know how blest Thy child­ren are.

Let na­ture burst in­to a song

Ye ec­ho­ing hills

the note pro­long;

Earth

seas and stars

your an­thems raise

All vo­cal with your mak­er’s praise.

Ye saints

with joy the theme pur­sue

Its sweet­est notes be­long to you;

Chose by this con­des­cend­ing King

For ev­er round His throne to sing.