1 Ye that obey th' immortal King, Attend his holy place, Bow to the glories of his power, And bless his wondrous grace;
2 Lift up your hands by morning-light, And send your souls on high; Raise your admiring thoughts by night Above the starry sky.
3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts With rays of quickening grace; The God that spread the heavens abroad, And rules the swelling seas.