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The Lord reigns—let the nations shake!
He dwells between the cherubim,
Their golden wings outstretched, awake,
Their eyes aflame to gaze on Him.
Great is the Lord in Zion's height,
Exalted over every name—
Let silence fall, let day take night
To whisper"Holy!" without shame.
O mighty King who loves the right,
Your judgments burn like noonday sun—
You plant the weak in fields of light,
You break the spear of oppression.
Then bow! Bow low before His feet,
You rulers of the dust-born race—
The earth His footstool, mercy-seat,
And heaven but the fringe of grace.
Remember Moses at the cleft,
Aaron with censer, Samuel's cry—
They called, You answered, left, then left
Your glory like a sunset sky.
You spoke from pillars wrapped in storm,
Yet pardoned when Your people fell—
O dread and love in perfect form,
O God most high who dwells so near!
"Holy! Holy! Holy!" rings
From age to age the same refrain—
The Lord of hosts, the King of kings,
Both just and just to save again!
"Holy! Holy! Holy!" rings
From age to age the same refrain—
The Lord of hosts, the King of kings,
Both just and just to save again!
