High as the heavens above the ground,

Reigns the Creator, God:

Wide as the whole creation’s bound,

Extends his awful rod.

2 Let princes of exalted state,

To him ascribe their crown,

Render their homage at his feet,

And cast their glories down.

3 Know that his kingdom is supreme,

Your lofty thoughts are vain;

He calls you gods, that awful name,

But ye must die like men.

4 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.

5 Ye judges of the earth, be wise,

And think of heaven with fear;

The meanest saint that you despise

Has an avenger there.