1 The earth for ever is the Lord's, With Adam's numerous race; He rais'd its arches o'er the floods, And built it on the seas.
2 But who among the sons of men May visit thine abode? He that has hands from mischief clean, Whose heart is right with God.
3 This is the man may rise, and take The blessings of his grace; This is the lot of those that seek The God of Jacob's face.
4 Now let our soul's immortal powers To meet the Lord prepare, Lift up their everlasting doors, The King of glory's near.
5 The King of glory! who can tell The wonders of his might! He rules the nations; but to dwell With saints is his delight.