6 Great is the Lord, exalted high
Above all pow'rs and ev'ry throne:
Whate'er he please in earth or sea,
Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done.

7 At his command the vapours rise,
The lightnings flash, the thunders roar;
He pours the rain, he brings the wind
And tempest from his airy store.

8 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent,
O Egypt, thro' thy stubborn land;
When all thy first-born, beasts and men,
Fell dead by his avenging hand.

9 What mighty nations, mighty kings
He slew, and their whole country gave
To Isra'l, whom his hand redeem'd,
No more to be proud Pharaoh's slave.

10 His pow'r the same, the same his grace,
That saves us from the hosts of hell;
And heav'n he gives us to possess,
Whence those apostate angels fell.