1 With Rev'rence let the Saints appear,
And bow before the Lord,
His high Commands with Rev'rence hear,
And tremble at his Word.
2 How terrible thy Glories be!
How bright thine Armies shine!
Where is the Pow'r that vies with Thee?
Or Truth compar'd to thine?
3 The Northern Pole, and Southern, rest
On thy supporting Hand;
Darkness and Day, from East to West,
Move round at thy Command.
4 Thy Words the raging Wind controul,
And rule the boist'rous Deep;
Thou mak'st the sleeping Billows roll,
The rolling Billows sleep.
5 Heav'n, Earth, and Air, and Sea are thine,
And the dark World of Hell;
How did thine Arm in Vengeance shine
When Egypt durst rebel!
6 Justice and Judgment are thy Throne,
Yet wond'rous is thy Grace;
While Truth and Mercy, join'd in one,
Invite us near thy Face.
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First Line: | With Rev'rence let the Saints appear |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
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Notes: | Public Domain. |