In de hymne Jehovah Reigns
Jehovah reigns—He dwells in light,
Girded with majesty and might:
The world, created by His hands,
Still on its first foundation stands.
But ere this spacious world was made,
Or had its first foundation laid,
Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Thyself the ever-living God.
Like floods, the angry nations rise,
And aim their rage against the skies;
Vain floods, that aim their rage so high!
At Thy rebuke the billows die.
For ever shall Thy throne endure;
Thy promise stands for ever sure;
And everlasting holiness
Becomes the dwellings of Thy grace.
In de hymne: The Lord Jehovah
Reigns
The Lord Jehovah reigns; His throne
is built on high.
The garments He assumes are light and majesty.
His glories shine
With beams so bright no mortal eye
Can bear the sight.
The thunders of His hand keep the wide
world in awe;
His wrath and justice stand to guard His holy law.
And where His love
Resolves to bless His truth confirms
And seals the grace.
Through all His mighty works surprising
wisdom shines—
Confounds the powers of hell, and breaks their cursed
designs.
Strong is His arm,
And shall fulfill His great decrees,
His sovereign will.
And will this mighty King of glory condescend,
And will He write His name: My Father and my Friend?
I love His name;
I love His Word. Join, all my powers,
And praise the Lord!
In de hymne: Sing to the Lord
Jehovah's Name
Sing to the Lord Jehovah’s name,
And in His strength rejoice;
When His salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.
With thanks approach His awful sight,
And psalms of honor sing;
The Lord’s a God of endless might,
The whole creation’s king.
Let princes hear, and angels know,
How mean their natures seem,
These gods on high and gods below,
When once compared with Him.
Earth, with its caverns dark and deep,
Lies in His spacious hand;
He fixed the seas what bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.
Come, and with humble souls adore,
Come, kneel before His face;
O may the creatures of His power
Be children of His grace!
Now is the time; He bends His ear,
And waits for your request;
Come, lest He rouse His wrath and swear,
"Ye shall not see My rest."
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