Ye that obey th'immortal King, Attend His holy place; Bow to the glories of His power, And bless His wondrous grace. Lift up your hands by morning light, And send your souls on high; Raise your admiring thoughts by night Above the starry sky. The God of Zion cheers our hearts With rays of quick'ning grace; The God that spread the heav'ns abroad, And rules the swelling seas.