Jehovah, The Great

Written by George Leon Pike, Sr.

Copyright © 1977 by Betty M. Pike

1. I’ve heard of a city,

With streets of pure gold,

Such splendor and glory,

Has never been told,

It’s built by Jehovah,

Jehovah the great,

And I can’t hardly wait, friend,

To enter the gates.


2. The storm clouds may gather,

The thunders may roll,

There’s no need to worry,

With Christ in control,

I’m living for Jesus,

He’ll show me the way

To heavenly mansions,

While singing His praise.



Jehovah the great,

He makes no mistakes,

He’s the Almighty God from on high,

Don’t question Jehovah,

Just hold to His hand,

For He will make ev’rything right by and by.