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On Sion's sacred height His kingdom still maintains, And, glorious with His saints in light, For ever reigns !
He keeps His own secure ; He guards them by His side ; Arrays in garments white and pure His spotless Bride ; With streams of sacred bliss, With groves of living joys, With all the fruits of Paradise, He still supplies.
Before the great Three-One They all exulting stand, And tell the wonders He hath done Through all their land ; The listening spheres attend And swell the growing fame, And sing, in songs which never end, The wondrous Name !
The God, who reigns on high, The great Archangels sing, And, " Holy, holy, holy," cry, " Almighty King! " Who Was, and Is, the same, " And evermore shall be ! " Jehovah ! Father ! Great I Am ! " We worship Thee !"
Before the Saviour's face The ransom1 d nations bow, O'erwhelm'd at His Almighty grace, For ever new: