1 God! the eternal awful Name That the whole heavenly army fears, That shakes the wide creation's frame, And Satan trembles when he hears.
2 Like flames of fire his servants are, And light surrounds his dwelling place; But, O ye fiery flames, declare The brighter glories of his face.
3 'Tis not for such poor worms as we To speak so infinite a thing, But your immortal eyes survey The beauties of your sovereign King.
4 Tell how he shews his smiling face, And clothes all heaven in bright array; Triumph and joy run thro' the place, And songs eternal as the day.
5 Speak, (for you feel his burning love) What zeal it spreads thro' all your frame: That sacred fire dwells all above, For we on earth have lost the name.
6 [Sing of his power and justice too, That infinite right-hand of his That vanquish'd Satan and his crew, And thunder drove them down from bliss.
7 [What mighty storms of poison'd darts Were hurl'd upon the rebels there! What deadly jav'lins nail'd their hearts Fast to the racks of long despair!]
8 [Shout to your King, you heavenly host, You that beheld the sinking foe; Firmly ye stood when they were lost; Praise the rich grace that kept you so.]
9 Proclaim his wonders from the skies, Let every distant nation hear; And while you sound his lofty praise, Let humble mortals bow and fear.