Th' Almighty reigns exalted high

O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky,

Tho' clouds and darkness veil his feet,

His dwelling is the mercy-seat.

O ye that love his holy Name,

Hate every work of sin and shame;

He guards the souls of all his friends,

And from the snares of hell defends.

Immortal light and joys unknown

Are for the saints in darkness sown;

Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,

And the bright harvest bless our eyes.

Rejoice, ye righteous, and record

The sacred honours of the Lord;

None but the soul that feels his grace

Can triumph in his holiness.