Disposer Supreme, and Judge of the Earth

Disposer su­preme

And Judge of the earth

Who choos­est for Thine

The weak and the poor;

To frail earth­en ves­sels

And things of no worth

Entrusting Thy rich­es

Which aye shall en­dure.

Those ves­sels soon fail

Though full of Thy light

And at Thy de­cree

Are brok­en and gone;

Thence bright­ly ap­pear­eth

Thy truth in its might

As through the clouds riv­en

The light­nings have shone.

Like clouds they are borne

To do Thy great will

And swift as the winds

About the world go;

The Word with His wis­dom

Their spir­its doth fill

They thun­der

they light­en

The wa­ters o’er­flow.

Their sound go­eth forth

Christ Je­sus the Lord;

Then Sa­tan doth fear

His ci­ta­dels fall;

As when the dread trum­pets

Went forth at Thy Word

And one long blast shat­tered

The Ca­naan­ite’s wall.

O loud be their trump

And stir­ring their sound

To rouse us

O Lord

From slum­ber of sin;

The lights Thou hast kin­dled

In dark­ness around

O may they il­lu­mine

Our spir­its with­in.

All hon­or and praise

Dominion and might

To God

Three in One

Eternally be;

Who round us hath shed

His own mar­vel­ous light

And called us from dark­ness

His glo­ry to see.