The Lord, the sov'reign King, Hath fix'd His throne on high, O'er all the heav'nly world He rules, And all beneath the sky, Ye angels, great in might, And swift to do His will, Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear, Whose pleasure ye fulfil. Ye heav'nly hosts, who wait, The orders of your King, Who guard His churches when they pray, Oh join the praise we sing!