1 Sov’reign of Heaven, Thine empire spreads,
O’er all the worlds on high:
And at Thy frowns th’infernal powers
In wild confusion fly.

2 Like lightning from his glittering throne
The great arch-traitor fell,
Driv’n with enormous ruin down
To infamy and hell.

3 Permitted now to range at large,
And traverse earth and air,
O’er captive human souls he reigns,
And boasts his kingdom there.

4 Yet thence Thy grace can drive him out,
With one almighty word;
O send Thy potent scepter forth,
And reign victorious, Lord.

5 Let wretched prisoners be released,
The smiling light to view;
Nor let the vanquished foe return
Their bondage to renew.

6 May grace complete that wondrous work,
Which Thine own power begun;
And fill, from Satan’s gloomy realms,
The kingdom of Thy son.