Omnipotent King, Who Reignest on High

Omnipotent King

who reign­est on high

Thy mer­cy we sing

Thy hat­ers de­fy;

We give Thee Thy glo­ry

though Sa­tan op­pose

And glad­ly ad­ore Thee

in sight of Thy foes.

The rep­ro­bates dare their mas­ter pro­claim

And loud­ly de­clare their sin and their shame;

Presumptuous in ev­il

their god they av­ow

Their fa­ther the de­vil

and wor­ship him now.

And shall we not sing our mas­ter and Lord

Our mak­er and king

by an­gels ad­ored?

Our mer­ci­ful Sav­ior

who brought us to God

And pur­chased us favor by shed­ding His blood.

Yes

Lord

we ad­ore

though all men de­ny

And tell of Thy pow­er

tri­umph­ant­ly nigh:

O Je­sus

we bless Thee

our rul­er pro­claim

And glad­ly con­fess Thee

for ev­er the same.

In tu­mult and noise

we sing of Thy grace

More migh­ty our joys

more hear­ty our praise;

Our tri­umphs are high­er

and warm­er our zeal

And Thee ev­er nigh­er than Sa­tan we feel.

The sin­ners we see

who Sa­tan ob­ey

Much hap­pi­er we

much wis­er than they;

Our mast­er is great­er

He makes us His heirs

And O how much bet­ter our wag­es than theirs!

Our Je­sus is near

when­ev­er we sing

Among us we hear the shout of a king;

Our voic­es are strong­er than theirs who blas­pheme

And sure­ly we long­er shall tri­umph than them.