Great Is the Lord, Exalted High

Great is the Lord

ex­alt­ed high

Above all pow­ers and ev­ery throne:

Whate’er He please

in earth or sea

Or Heav’n or hell

His hand hath done.

At His com­mand the va­pors rise

The light­nings flash

the thun­ders roar;

He pours the rain

He brings the wind

And tem­pest from His ai­ry store.

’Twas He those dread­ful to­kens sent

O Egypt

thro’ thy stub­born land

When all thy first born

beasts and men

Fell dead by His av­eng­ing hand.

What migh­ty na­tions

migh­ty kings

He slew

and their whole coun­try gave

To Is­ra­el

whom His hand re­deemed

No more to be proud Pha­raoh’s slave!

His pow­er the same

the same His grace

That saves us from the hosts of hell;

And Heav’n He gives us to pos­sess

Whence those apos­tate an­gels fell.