With Reverence Let the Saints Appear

With rev­er­ence let the saints ap­pear

And bow be­fore the Lord

His high com­mands with rev­er­ence hear

And trem­ble at His Word.

How ter­ri­ble Thy glo­ries be!

How bright Thine ar­mies shine!

Where is the pow­er that vies with Thee?

Or truth com­pared to Thine?

The north­ern pole and south­ern rest

On Thy sup­port­ing hand;

Darkness and day

from east to west

Move round at Thy com­mand.

Thy words the rag­ing wind con­trol

And rule the bois­ter­ous deep;

Thou mak’st the sleep­ing bil­lows roll

The rol­ling bil­lows sleep.

Heav’n

earth

and air

and sea

are Thine

And the dark world of hell;

How did Thine arm in ven­geance shine

When Egypt dared re­bel!

Justice and judg­ment are Thy throne

Yet won­drous is Thy grace;

While truth and mer­cy

joined in one

Invite us near Thy face.