He reigns—th’Al­migh­ty reigns su­preme
Ye hum­ble saints re­joice:
Nations at­tend with awe, and hear
The thun­der of His voice.

Dominions, thrones, and migh­ty pow­ers
Lie pros­trate at His feet:
Each se­raph lays his glit­ter­ing crown
Before His aw­ful seat.

Ten thou­sand shin­ing ser­vants wait
His or­ders to ful­fill:
As lightn­ing swift they fly to save,
And fly as swift to kill.

Earth trem­bles at one look of His,
And migh­ty seas re­tire:
Touched by His hand, the mount­ains smoke,
And pour down li­quid fire.

Great as His pow­er, so great His grace,
For mer­cy guards His throne:
By mer­cy more than by His wrath
He choos­es to be known.

Lord, may Thy ter­rors fill my soul
With sac­red awe of Thee;
So shall Thy pow­er, and bound­less grace,
My con­stant re­fuge be.