Sing to the Lord That Built the Skies

Verse 1

Sing to the Lord that built the skies,
The Lord that rear’d this stately frame;
Let half the nations sound his praise,
And lands unknown repeat his Name.

Verse 2

He form’d the seas, and form’d the hills,
Made every drop and every dust,
Nature and time with all their wheels,
And push’d them into motion first.

Verse 3

Now from his high imperial throne
He looks far down upon the spheres;
He bids the shining orbs roll on,
And round he turns our hasty years.

Verse 4

Thus shall this moving engine last
Till all his saints are gather’d in,
Then for the trumpet’s dreadful blast
To shake it all to dust again!

Verse 5

Yet when the sound shall tear the skies,
And lightning burn the globe below,
Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes,
There’s a new heaven and earth for you.