Thine, O Lord is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is Thine; Thine is the kingdom, O Lord, and Thou art exalted as head above all. 1 Chronicles 29:11
Words: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 27, alt.
God the Object of Fear.
If you know where to get a good picture of Beddome (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
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.