Before Jehovah's awful throne
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Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone: He can create, and he destroy. His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And, when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand When rolling years shall cease to move. |
Jehovae iuxta solium gavisae, gentes, cumbite; Deum sciatis unicum creare posse et perdere. Nos impotentes is potens humanos fecit e luto, ut pastor et vagos tuens ovili reddidit suo. Ad portas te cantabimus: tolletur vox ad aethera; de terra mille laudibus palatia sonent tua! Orbi terrarum imperas, aeternus est amor tuus, et stabit ista veritas annis deficientibus. |