Thou, O Lord, art God alone, Everlasting is Thy throne; Through the ages men shall sing Praise of Heav'n's eternal King. Thou, enthroned above the skies, Wilt for Zion's help arise: Let Thy grace to her appear, For the promised time is near. If with love compassionate We, Thy servants, mourn her state, Wilt not Thou, O gracious Lord, Help in Zion's need afford? Lord, Thy glory shall appear, Kings and nations then shall fear; And Thy Name shall be adored When Thy Zion is restored. This all ages shall record For the glory of the Lord; Thou dost hear the humble prayer, For the helpless Thou dost care. Thou eternal art, and great, Heav'n and earth Thou didst create, Heav'n and earth shall pass away, Changeless Thou shalt live for aye. As one lays a garment by, Thou wilt change the starry sky Like a vesture worn and old; But Thy years shall ne'er be told. Thou wilt make Thy servants' race Ever live before Thy face, And forever at Thy side Children's children shall abide.