1 With rev'rence let the saints appear,
And bow before the Lord,
His high commands with rev'rence hear,
And tremble at his word.

2 How terrible thy glories be!
How bright thine armies shine!
Where is the pow'r that vies for thee?
Or truth compar'd with thine?

3 The northern pole and southern rest
On thy supporting hand,
Darkness and day, from east to west
Move round at thy command.

4 Thy words the raging winds controul,
And rule the boist'rous deep;
Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,
The rolling billows sleep.

5 Heav'n, earth, and air, and sea, are thine,
And the dark world of hell;
How did thine arm in vengeance shine
When Egypt durst rebel!