The Lord in Zion reigns,

The Lord in Zion reigns,
And will his people keep;
'Tis he the universe sustains,
And well secures his sheep.

Though with afflictions sore
He may them exercise;
Yet still his hand they shall adore,
And still his love shall prize.

Should poverty, and loss
Of every kind of good,
Conspire to make our weighty cross,
Our helper still is God.

May we for ever trust
And glory in his name;
Jesus, the faithful, true, and just,
For ever is the same!