1 Great is the Lord, exalted high
Above all powers and every throne;
What e'er he please in earth or sea,
Or heav'n, or hell, his hand hath done.

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

3 '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.

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

5 His power 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.