Let God arise in all his might,

And put the troops of hell to flight,

As smoke that sought to cloud the skies

Before the rising tempest flies.

[He comes arrayed in burning flames

Justice and Vengeance are his names:

Behold his fainting foes expire,

Like melting wax before the fire.]

He rides and thunders through the sky;

His name, Jehovah, sounds on high

Sing to his name, ye sons of grace;

Ye saints, rejoice before his face.

The widow and the fatherless

Fly to his aid in sharp distress;

In him the poor and helpless find

A Judge that's just, a Father kind.

He breaks the captive's heavy chain,

And prisoners see the light again;

But rebels that dispute his will

Shall dwell in chains and darkness still.

Kingdoms and thrones to God belong;

Crown him, ye nations, in your song:

His wondrous names and powers rehearse;

His honors shall enrich your verse.

He shakes the heav'ns with loud alarms;

How terrible is God in arms!

In Isr'el are his mercies known,

Isr'el is his peculiar throne.

Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest;

He's your defence, your joy, your rest:

When terrors rise and nations faint,

God is the strength of every saint.