Great God, Whose Universal Sway

Great God

whose uni­vers­al sway

The known and un­known worlds ob­ey

Now give the king­dom to Thy Son

Extend His pow­er

ex­alt His throne.

Thy scept­er well be­comes His hands

All Heav’n sub­mits to His com­mands;

His jus­tice shall av­enge the poor

And pride and rage pre­vail no more.

With pow­er He vin­di­cates the just

And treads th’op­press­or in the dust;

His wor­ship and His fear shall last

Till hours and years and time be past.

As rain on mea­dows new­ly mown

So shall He send His in­flu­ence down:

His grace on faint­ing souls dis­tils

Like heav’n­ly dew on thirs­ty hills.

The hea­then lands that lie be­neath

The shades of ov­er­spread­ing death

Revive at His first dawn­ing light

And de­serts blos­som at the sight.

The saints shall flour­ish in His days

Dressed in the robes of joy and praise;

Peace

like a riv­er from His throne

Shall flow to na­tions yet un­known.