1 Great is the Lord, exalted high
Above all pow'rs and ev'ry throne;
Whate'er he please, in earth or sea
Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done.
2 At his command the vapours rise,
The lightnings flash, the thunders roar;
He pours the rain, he brings the wind
And tempest from his airy store.
3 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent,
O Egypt, thro' thy stubborn land;
When all thy first born, beasts and men,
Fell dead by his avenging hand.
4 What mighty nations, mighty kings,
He slew, and their whole country gave
To Isr'el, whom his hand redeem'd,
No more to be proud Pharaoh's slave!
5 His pow'r the same, the same his grace,
That saves us from the hosts of hell:
And heav'n he gives us to possess,
Whence those apostate angels fell.
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First Line: | Great is the Lord, exalted high |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Part 2 |