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II.XXII. With God is terrible majesty

1 Terrible God, that reign'st on high,
How awful is thy thund'ring hand!
Thy fi'ry bolts, how fierce they fly!
Nor can all earth or hell withstand.

2 This the old rebel angel knew,
And satan fell beneath thy frown;
Thine arrows struck the traitor thro',
And weighty veng'ance sunk him down.

3 This Sodom felt, and feels it still,
And roars beneath th' eternal load;
"With endless burnings who can dwell,
"Or bear the fury of a God!"

4 Tremble, ye sinners, and submit,
Throw down your arms before his throne;
Bend your heads low beneath his feet,
Or his strong hand shall crush you down.

5 And ye bless'd saints, that love him too,
With rev'rence bow before his name;
Thus all his heav'nly servants do:
God is a bright and burning flame.

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First Line: Terrible God, that reign's ton high
Title: With God is terrible majesty
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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