Ye That Obey th’Immortal King

Ye that obey th’im­mor­tal King

Attend His ho­ly place;

Bow to the glo­ries of His pow­er

And bless His won­drous grace.

Lift up your hands by morn­ing light

And send your souls on high;

Raise your ad­mir­ing thoughts by night

Above the star­ry sky.

The God of Zi­on cheers our hearts

With rays of quick’n­ing grace;

The God that spread the heav’ns abroad

And rules the swell­ing seas.