By A Collection of Hymns

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      1 GOD the Lord is King; before him
      Earth with all thy nations wait!
      Where the cherubim adore him,
      Sitteth he in royal state;
      He is holy,
      Blessed, only Potentate!

      2 God the Lord is King, of glory,
      Zion, tell the world his name;
      Ancient Israel, the story
      Of his faithfulness proclaim;
      He is holy,
      Holy is his awful name.

      3 In old times when dangers darkened,
      When, invoked by priest and seer,
      To his people's cry he hearkened,
      Answered them in all their fear;
      He is holy,
      As they called, they found him near.

      4 Laws divine to them were spoken
      From the pillar of the cloud;
      Sacred precepts! quickly broken,
      Fiercely then his vengeance flowed;
      He is holy,
      To the dust their hearts were bowed.

      5 But their Father God forgave them,
      When they sought his face once more;
      Ever ready was to save them,
      Tenderly did he restore;
      He is holy,
      We too will his grace implore.

      6 God in Christ is all forgiving,
      Waits his promise to fulfil;
      Come, exalt him all the living,
      Come, ascend his holy hill;
      He is holy,
      Worship at his holy hill.