Oh Thou Who Sits Enthroned on High

Oh Thou who sits en­throned on high

So full of aw­ful ma­jes­ty!

From Thee all kin­dreds of the earth

Receive their strength

de­rive their birth.

Thy po­tent arm con­founds Thy foes

And deals in­suf­fer­able blows;

One look of Thine has pow­er to save

One word can sink them to the grave.

At Thy re­buke the mount­ains shake

And hearts more hard are made to quake;

When de­vils strive to break their chain

Their strug­gles but in­crease their pain.

The ru­ins of Je­ru­sa­lem

Thy ven­geance to the world pro­claim

While So­dom’s flames Thy fu­ry tell

All more the dread­ful flames of hell.

Then to the world’s re­mot­est ends

Or where Thy wide do­main ex­tends

Be Thou both dread­ed and ad­ored

The sov­er­eign Judge

the migh­ty Lord.