He Reigns—th’Almighty Reigns Supreme

He reigns—th’Al­migh­ty reigns su­preme

Ye hum­ble saints re­joice:

Nations at­tend with awe

and hear

The thun­der of His voice.

Dominions

thrones

and migh­ty pow­ers

Lie pros­trate at His feet:

Each ser­aph lays his glit­ter­ing crown

Before His aw­ful seat.

Ten thou­sand shin­ing serv­ants wait

His or­ders to ful­fill:

As lightn­ing swift they fly to save

And fly as swift to kill.

Earth trem­bles at one look of His

And migh­ty seas re­tire:

Touched by His hand

the mount­ains smoke

And pour down liq­uid fire.

Great as His pow­er

so great His grace

For mer­cy guards His throne:

By mer­cy more than by His wrath

He choos­es to be known.

Lord

may Thy ter­rors fill my soul

With sac­red awe of Thee;

So shall Thy pow­er

and bound­less grace

My con­stant re­fuge be.