Oh Thou who sits en­throned on high,
So full of aw­ful ma­jes­ty!
From Thee all kin­dreds of the earth
Receive their strength, de­rive their birth.

Thy po­tent arm con­founds Thy foes,
And deals in­suf­fer­able blows;
One look of Thine has pow­er to save,
One word can sink them to the grave.

At Thy re­buke the mount­ains shake,
And hearts more hard are made to quake;
When de­vils strive to break their chain,
Their strug­gles but in­crease their pain.

The ru­ins of Je­ru­sa­lem
Thy ven­geance to the world pro­claim,
While So­dom’s flames Thy fu­ry tell
All more the dread­ful flames of hell.

Then to the world’s re­mot­est ends,
Or where Thy wide do­main ex­tends,
Be Thou both dread­ed and ad­ored,
The so­ve­reign Judge, the migh­ty Lord.