With re­ver­ence let the saints ap­pear,
And bow be­fore the Lord,
His high com­mands with re­ver­ence hear,
And trem­ble at His Word.

How ter­ri­ble Thy glo­ries be!
How bright Thine ar­mies shine!
Where is the pow­er that vies with Thee?
Or truth com­pared to Thine?

The north­ern pole and south­ern rest
On Thy sup­port­ing hand;
Darkness and day, from east to west,
Move round at Thy com­mand.

Thy words the rag­ing wind con­trol,
And rule the bois­ter­ous deep;
Thou mak’st the sleep­ing bil­lows roll,
The rol­ling bil­lows sleep.

Heav’n, earth, and air, and sea, are Thine,
And the dark world of hell;
How did Thine arm in ven­geance shine
When Egypt dared re­bel!

Justice and judg­ment are Thy throne,
Yet won­drous is Thy grace;
While truth and mer­cy, joined in one,
Invite us near Thy face.