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Hymn 22

With God is terrible majesty.

Terrible God, that reign’st on high,
How awful is thy thund’ring hand!
Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they fly!
Nor can all earth or hell withstand.

This the old rebel angels knew,
And Satan fell beneath thy frown;
Thine arrows struck the traitor through,
And weighty vengeance sunk him down.

This Sodom felt, and feels it still,
And roars beneath th’ eternal load:
“With endless burnings who can dwell?
Or bear the fury of a God?”

Tremble, ye sinners, and submit,
Throw down your arms before his throne;
Bend your heads low beneath his feet,
Or his strong hand shall crush you down.

And ye, blest saints, that love him too,
With rev’rence bow before his name;
Thus all his heav’nly servants do:
God is a bright and burning flame.


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Poem Hymn 22 - Isaac Watts