Verse 1
Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts,
And thou, O earth, adore,
Let death and hell thro’ all their coasts,
Stand trembling at his power.
Verse 2
His sounding chariot shakes the sky,
He makes the clouds his throne,
There all his stores of lightning lie,
Till vengeance dart them down.
Verse 3
His nostrils breathe out fiery streams,
And from his awful tongue
A sovereign voice divides the flames,
And thunder roars along.
Verse 4
Think, O my soul, the dreadful day
When this incensed God
Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea,
And fling his wrath abroad.
Verse 5
What shall the wretch the sinner do?
He once defy’d the Lord;
But he shall dread the Thunderer now,
And sink beneath his word.
Verse 6
Tempests of angry fire shall roll
To blast the rebel-worm,
And beat upon his naked soul
In one eternal storm.
Verse 7
- Made in a great sudden storm
of thunder, August 20, 1697.
Isaac Watts, “Sing to the Lord, Ye Heavenly Hosts”