|HE Who on earth as man was known,
And bore our sins and pains,
Now, seated on the eternal throne,
The God of glory reigns.
|2||His hands the wheels of nature guide
With an unerring skill,
And countless worlds, extended wide,
Obey His sovereign will.
|3||While harps unnumbered sound His praise
In yonder world above,
His saints on earth admire His ways,
And glory in His love.
|4||When troubles, like a burning sun,
Beat heavy on their head,
To this almighty Rock they run,
And find a pleasing shade.
|5||How glorious He, how happy they
In such a mighty Friend!
Whose love secures them all the way,
And crowns them at the end.
|John Newton, 1725-1807|