1 With reverence let the saints appear And bow before the Lord, His high commands with reverence hear, And tremble at his word.
2 How terrible thy glories be! How bright thine armies shine! Where is the power 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 control, And rule the boisterous deep; Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll, The rolling billows sleep.
5 Heaven, 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 wondrous is thy grace; While truth and mercy join'd in one Invite us near thy face.