Thou, O Lord, art God alone,
everlasting is thy throne;
through the ages men shall sing
praise to heav’n’s eternal King.
Thou, enthroned above the skies,
wilt for Zion’s help arise;
let thy grace to her appear,
for the promised time is near.
If with love compassionate
we, thy servants, mourn her state,
wilt not thou, O gracious Lord,
help in Zion’s need afford?
Lord, thy glory shall appear,
kings and nations then shall fear;
and thy name shall be adored
when thy Zion is restored.
This all ages shall record
for the glory of the Lord;
thou dost hear the humble prayer,
for the helpless thou dost care.
Thou eternal art, and great,
heav’n and earth thou didst create;
heav’n and earth shall pass away,
changeless thou shall live for aye.
As one lays a garment by,
thou wilt change the starry sky
like a vesture worn and old;
but thy years shall ne’er be told.
Thou wilt make thy servants’ race
ever live before thy face,
and forever at thy side
children’s children shall abide.