1 Sing to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts;
And thou, O earth, adore;
Let death and hell, thro' all their coasts
Stand trembling at his pow'r.

2 His sounding chariot shakes the sky:
He makes the clouds his throne;
There all his stores of lightning lie,
Till vengeance darts them down.

3 His nostrils breathe out fi'ry streams,
And from his awful tongue
A sov'reign voice divides the flames,
And thunder roars along.

4 Think, O my soul, the dreadful day
When this incensed God
Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea,
And fling his wrath abroad!

5 What shall the wretch, the sinner do?
He once defy'd the Lord;
But he shall dread the thund'rer now,
And sink beneath his word.

6 Tempests of angry fire shall roll
To blast the rebel worm,
And beat upon his naked soul
In one eternal storm.