The spacious world unseen is his,
The sovereign power becomes him well.
2 In shame and anguish once he died;
But now he lives for ever more;
Bow down, you saints, around his seat,
And all you angel bands adore.
3 Live, live for ever, glorious Lord,
To crush thy foes and guard thy friends,
While all thy chosen tribes rejoice
That thy dominion never ends.