God shall rise, His foes be scattered,
All that hate Him flee away.
As the wax before the fire,
All the wicked He shall slay.
But the righteous shall rejoice
With a loud, triumphant voice,
Singing praises, singing praises,
Singing praises unto God!
He is riding through the deserts,
Bringing in His saints in need.
He's a Father to the orphans
And a refuge tried indeed
In His holy habitation —
What a wonderful salvation!
Here the lone have found a family,
Here the desolate a home;
Prisoners are brought from bondage
To prosperity unknown.
For the flock — what wondrous grace —
God prepared this dwelling place:
Now the Lord in mighty triumph
Sends the news of victory;
We the "women" spread the tidings —
"Kings of armies flee, they flee!"
No more sweat and dreary toil;
We at home divide the spoil!
Lo, on high Christ hath ascended,
Leading captives in His train;
These as gifts He has perfected
That the Lord may dwell with them.
Brothers, sisters, we are those,
We're those transformed, vanquished foes!
Blessed be the Lord forever:
Day by day He loads with good,
E'en the God of our salvation —
Spread His worthy praise abroad.
His the goings forth from death,
Every foe He conquereth!
They have seen, O God, Thy goings
In Thy holy dwelling place,
Thy triumphal, high processions
Midst a mighty voice of praise.
See the singers go before,
Praising, praising o'er and o'er:
Little Benjamin is leading,
Then great Judah's company:
Son of sorrow at God's right hand,
Lion with the scepter see.
Zebulun and Naphtali
Make the joyful tidings fly:
Saints, thy strength has been commanded
From the temple glorious;
Still we pray that God may strengthen
All that He has wrought for us.
Higher yet our praise shall rise
Till the utmost earth replies: