1 The Lord! how fearful is his name!
How wide is his command!
nature, with all her moving frame,
Rests on his mighty hand.
2 Immortal glory forms his throne,
And light his awful robe;
Whilst, with a smile, or with a frown,
He manages the globe.
3 A word of his almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas;
Build the vast empires of the earth,
Or break them, as he please.
4 Adoring angels round him fall,
In all their shining forms,
His SOVEREIGN eye looks thro' them all,
And pities mortal worms.
5 His bowels to our worthless race
In sweet compassion move;
He clothes his looks with softest grace,
And takes his title, LOVE.
6 Now let the Lord for ever reign,
And sway us as he will,
Sick, or in health, in ease, or pain
We are his fav'rites still.
7 No more shall peevish passion rise,
The tongue no more complain;
'Tis SOVEREIGN LOVE that lends our joys,
And love resumes again.
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