Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy: Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and He alone. His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men: And when, like wand'ring sheep we strayed, He brought us to His fold again. We are His people, we His care; Our souls and all our mortal frame; What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to Thy name.