Dauntless, thy pow'r I'll sing in noblest lays

Verse 1

Dauntless thy pow'r I'll sing in noblest lays; 'Fore earth's proud tyrants thee, my God, I'll praise.

Verse 2

To thy blest temple I my eyes will turn, That hallow'd dome thy presence does adorn; Thy truth, thy mercy, and thy love proclaim, And celebrate in tuneful hymns thy name.

Verse 3

To thee I plain'd, and thou didst hear my cry; Didst to my trembling soul due strength supply.

Verse 4

Earth's sceptred kings when they thy word shall hear, With humble rev'rence shall thy praise declare;

Verse 5

Thy law shall own, thy mighty name adore, And sing the awful glories of thy pow'r.

Verse 6

Tho' seated high on his etherial throne, Yet on the lowly looks Jehovah down; And, while the proud disdainful heart he scorns, The poor he loves, and, gracious, to him turns,

Verse 7

Me tho' a thousand dangers shou'd surround, Tho' arm ten thousand foes, my soul to wound; From him I swift deliv'rance shou'd receive, And, free from peril, in his mercy live.

Verse 8

His great beneficence he 'as ever shewn, He, that will perfect what he 'as once begun; His humble servant, faithful, he protects, And ne'er the work of his own hand rejects.