The God who rules on high

The God who rules on high,
And all the earth surveys,
Who rides upon the stormy sky,
And calms the roaring seas,—

This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our Love;
He will send down his heavenly powers,
To carry us above.

There we shall see his face,
And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace
Drink endless pleasures in.

Yea, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thought of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.