The migh­ty God, the Lord,
Hath spok­en un­to all;
From ris­ing to the set­ting sun,
He un­to earth doth call.
From Zi­on, His own hill,
Where per­fect beau­ty dwells,
Jehovah hath His glo­ry shown,
In bright­ness that excels.

Our God shall sure­ly come,
And si­lence shall not keep;
Before Him fire shall waste, and storms
Tem­pes­tu­ous round Him sweep.
He to the heav’ns above
Shall then send forth His call,
And like­wise to the earth that He
May judge His peo­ple all.

Let all My chos­en saints
Be­fore Me ga­thered be,
Those that by sac­ri­fice have sealed
Their pro­mise un­to Me.
Then shall the heav’ns de­clare
His right­eous­ness abroad;
Because the Lord Him­self is judge,
Yea, none is judge, but God.