Grace and glory.
Th’ Almighty reigns exalted high
O’er all the earth, o’er all the sky,
Tho’ clouds and darkness veil his feet,
His dwelling is the mercy-seat.
O ye that love his holy Name,
Hate every work of sin and shame;
He guards the souls of all his friends,
And from the snares of hell defends.
Immortal light and joys unknown
Are for the saints in darkness sown;
Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,
And the bright harvest bless our eyes.
Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honours of the Lord;
None but the soul that feels his grace
Can triumph in his holiness.