1 O the almighty Lord!
How matchless is his Pow'r!
Tremble, O Earth, beneath his Word,
While all the Heav'ns adore.

2 Let proud imperious Kings
Bow low before his Throne;
Crouch to his Feet, ye haughty Yhings,
Or he shall tread you down.

3 Above the Skies he reigns,
And with amazing Blows
He deals insufferable Pains
On his rebellious Foes.

4 Yet, everlasting God,
We love to speak thy Praise;
Thy Sceptre's equal to thy Rod,
The Sceptre of thy Grace.

5 The Arms of mighty Love
Defend our Sion well:
And heav'nly Mercy walls us round
From Babylon and Hell.

6 Salvation to the King
That sits enthron'd above;
Thus we adore the God of Might,
And bless the God of Love.