The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts ‎#II.115

II.115. Hymn 115

High as the heav'ns above the ground
Reigns the Creator, God;
Wide as the whole creation's bound
Extends his awful rod.

Let princes of exalted state
To him ascribe their crown,
Render their homage at his feet,
And east their glories down.

Know that his kingdom is supreme,
Your lofty thoughts are vain;
He calls you gods, that awful name,
But ye must die like men.

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.

Ye judges of the earth, be wise,
And think of heav'n with fear;
The meanest saint that you despise
Has an avenger there.

Text Information

• First Line: High as the heav'ns above the ground
• Title: Hymn 115
• Author: Isaac Watts
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1806

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