Sovereign of Heaven, Thine Empire Spreads

Sov’reign of Heav­en

Thine em­pire spreads

O’er all the worlds on high:

And at Thy frowns th’in­fer­nal pow­ers

In wild con­fu­sion fly.

Like light­ning from his glit­ter­ing throne

The great arch-trai­tor fell

Driv’n with enor­mous ru­in down

To in­fa­my and hell.

Permitted now to range at large

And tra­verse earth and air

O’er cap­tive hu­man souls he reigns

And boasts his king­dom there.

Yet thence Thy grace can drive him out

With one al­migh­ty word;

O send Thy po­tent scep­ter forth

And reign vic­tor­ious

Lord.

Let wretch­ed pri­son­ers be re­leased

The smil­ing light to view;

Nor let the van­quished foe re­turn

Their bond­age to renew.

May grace comp­lete that won­drous work

Which Thine own pow­er be­gun;

And fill

from Sa­tan’s gloo­my realms

The king­dom of Thy Son.