The truth and mercy of the Lord;
Mercy and truth for ever stand,
Like heav’n, established by his hand.
Thus to his Son he sware, and said,
‘With thee my cov’nant first is made;
In thee shall dying sinners live,
Glory and grace are thine to give.
‘Be thou my Prophet, thou my Priest;
Thy children shall be ever blest;
Thou art my chosen King: thy throne
Shall stand eternal like my own.
‘There’s none of all my sons above
So much my image or my love;
Celestial powers thy subjects are:
Then what can earth to thee compare?
‘David, my servant, whom I chose
To guard my flock, to crush my foes,
And raised him to the Jewish throne,
Was but a shadow of my Son.’
Now let the church rejoice and sing
Jesus, her Savior and her King;
Angels his heav’nly wonders show,
And saints declare his works below.