1 The righteous Lord, supremely great,
Maintains his universal state;
O'er all the earth his pow'r extends,
All heav'n before his footstool bends.

2 Yet justice still with pow'r presides,
And mercy all his empire guides;
Such works are pleasing in his sight,
And such the men of his delight.

3 No more, ye wise, your wisdom boast;
No more, ye strong, your valor trust;
Nor let the rich survey their store,
Replete with heaps of shining ore.

4 Glory, my soul, in this alone,
That God, thy God, to thee is known;
That thou hast own'd his sov'reign sway,
That thou hast felt his cheering ray.

5 My wisdom, wealth, and pow'r I find
In one Jehovah all combin'd.
On him I fix my roving eyes,
Till all thy soul in rapture rise.

6 All else which I my treasure call,
May in one fatal moment fall:
But what his happiness can move,
Whom God the blessed deigns to love?