Terrible God, that reign’st on high,
How awful is Thy thun­der­ing hand!
Thy fie­ry bolts, how fierce they fly!
Nor can all earth or hell with­stand.

This the old re­bel an­gels knew,
And Sa­tan fell be­neath Thy frown;
Thine ar­rows struck the trai­tor through,
And weigh­ty ven­geance sunk him down.

This So­dom felt, and feels it still,
And roars be­neath th’eter­nal load:
With end­less burn­ings who can dwell,
Or bear the fu­ry of a God!

Tremble ye sin­ners, and sub­mit,
Throw down your arms be­fore His throne;
Bend your heads low be­neath His feet,
Or His strong hand shall crush you down.

And ye, blest saints, that love Him too,
With re­ver­ence bow be­fore His name;
Thus all His heav’n­ly ser­vants do:
God is a bright and burn­ing flame.