With joy thy people stand
On Zion’s chosen hill,
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.

With joy thy people stand
On Zion’s chosen hill,
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.
Oft have our fathers told,
our eyes have often seen,
how well our God secures the fold
where His own sheep have been
Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised
In the city of our God,
In His holy mountain.
Oh for a shout of sacred joy
To God the sov’reign King!
Let ev’ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
Oh, clap your hands, all you peoples!
Shout to God with the voice of triumph!
For the Lord Most High is awesome;
He is a great King over all the earth.
Psalm 46 Poem by Isaac Watts God Fights for His Church Let Zion in her King rejoice,Tho’ Tyrants rage, and kingdoms rise;He utters his almighty voice,The nations melt, the tumult dies. The Lord of old for Jacob fought,And Jacob’s God is still our aid;Behold the […]
God is the refuge of his saints,
When storms of sharp distress invade; ere we can offer our complaints behold him present with his aid!
We will not fear..
Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!
Oh happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies,
And all thy sons (a num’rous train)
Each like a Prince in glory reign.
Thy laws, O God, are right;
Thy throne shall ever stand;
And thy victorious gospel proves
A sceptre in thy hand
Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of righteousness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
Lord, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonders of their days.