1 High as the heavens above the ground Reigns the Creator God; Wide as the whole creation's bound Extends his awful rod.
2 Let princes of exalted state To him ascribe their crown, Render their homage at his feet, And cast their glories down.
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.
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.
5 Ye judges of the earth, be wise, And think on heaven with fear; The meanest saint that you despise Has an avenger there.