God the Avenger of his Saints; Or, his Kingdom. |
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.
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