Let God arise in all His might,
And put the troops of hell to flight;
As smoke that sought to cloud the skies
Before the rising tempest flies.

He comes arrayed in burning flames,
Justice and Vengeance are His names;
Behold His fainting foes expire,
Like melting wax before the fire.

He rides and thunders through the sky,
His name Jehovah sounds on high;
Sing to His name, ye sons of grace;
Ye saints, rejoice before His face.

The widow and the fatherless
Fly to His aid in sharp distress;
In Him the poor and helpless find
A Judge that’s just, a Father kind.

He breaks the captive’s heavy chain,
And prisoners see the light again;
But rebels that dispute His will
Shall dwell in chains and darkness still.

Kingdoms and thrones to God belong;
Crown Him, ye nations, in your song:
His wondrous names and powers rehearse;
His honors shall enrich your verse.

He shakes the heav’ns with loud alarms;
How terrible is God in arms!
In Israel are His mercies known,
Israel is His peculiar throne.

Proclaim Him king, pronounce Him blest;
He’s your defense, your joy, your rest:
When terrors rise and nations faint,
God is the strength of every saint.