He who on earth as man was known,
         And bore our sins and pains;
Now, seated on th’ eternal throne,
         The God of glory reigns.

His hands the wheels of nature guide
         With an unerring skill;
And countless worlds extended wide,
         Obey his sovereign will.

While harps unnumbered sound his praise,
         In yonder world above;
His saints on earth admire his ways,
         And glory in his love.

His righteousness, to faith revealed,
         Wrought out for guilty worms,
Affords a hiding place and shield,
         From enemies and storms.

This land, through which his pilgrims go,
         Is desolate and dry;
But streams of grace from him o’erflow
         Their thirst to satisfy.

When troubles, like a burning sun,
         Beat heavy on their head;
To this almighty Rock they run,
         And find a pleasing shade.

How glorious he! how happy they
         In such a glorious friend!
Whose love secures them all the way,
         And crowns them at the end.