1 Jehovah reigns, let all the earth
In his just government rejoice;
Let all the isles with sacred mirth,
In his applause unite their voice.

2 Darkness and clouds, of awful shade
His dazzling glory shroud in state;
Judgment and truth his guards are made
And fix'd by his pavilion wait.

3 Devouring fire before his face,
His foes around with vengeance struck;
His lightnings set the world on blaze,
Earth saw it, and with terror shook.

4 The proudest hills his presence felt,
Their height nor strength could help afford,
The proudest hills, like was did melt
In presence of th' Almighty Lord.

5 The heav'ns his righteousness to show,
With storms of fire our foes pursu'd;
And all the trembling world below,
Have his descending glory view'd.

6 Glad Sion of thy triumph heard,
And Judah's daughters were o'erjoy'd;
Because thy righteous judgments, Lord,
Have Pagan pride and pow'r destroy'd.

7 Rejoice, ye righteous in the Lord;
Memorials of his holiness,
Deep in your faithful breasts record,
And with your thankful tongues confess.