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