God the Avenger of His Saints; or, His Kingdom Supreme

Verse 1

High as the heav'ns above the ground Reigns the Creator, God; Wide as the whole creation's bound Extends his awful rod.

Verse 2

Let princes of exalted state To him ascribe their crown, Render their homage at his feet, And east their glories down.

Verse 3

Know that his kingdom is supreme, Your lofty thoughts are vain; He calls you gods, that awful name, But ye must die like men.

Verse 4

Then let the sovereigns of the globe Not dare to vex the just; He puts on vengeance like a robe, And treads the worms to dust.

Verse 5

Ye judges of the earth, be wise, And think of heav'n with fear; The meanest saint that you despise Has an avenger there.