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.