The Lord sits on His Holy hill
Who can stand opposed
He reigns in royal majesty
From His lofty throne

Filled with all the power
The angels lift His praise
Yet He still looks down on us
And showers us with grace

Holy is He, holy is He
Seated on His throne
Creator of the world below
He loves us as His own

There is no reason I can think
Why He should love us so
Yet daily He will walk with us
His presence all will know

I will join the angels
In choruses of praise
For He alone is worthy
Jesus is His name

Holy is He, holy is He
Seated on His throne
Creator of the world below
He loves us as His own