The servants of Jehovah’s will
His favour’s gentle beams enjoy;
Their upright hearts let gladness fill,
And cheerful songs their tongues employ.

To Him your voice in anthems raise,
Jehovah’s awful name He bears;
In Him rejoice, extol His praise,
Who rides upon high-rolling spheres.

His chariots numberless, His powers
Are heavenly hosts, that wait His will;
His presence now fills Sion’s towers,
As once it honour’d Sinai’s hill.

Ascending high, in triumph Thou
Captivity hast captive led,
And on Thy people didst bestow
Thy gifts and graces freely shed.

Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America,