Sing to the Lord, ye heav�nly hosts,
And thou, O earth, adore;
Let death and hell through all their coasts
Stand trembling at His power.
His sounding chariot shakes the sky,
He makes the clouds His throne;
There all His stores of lightning lie,
Till vengeance darts them down.
His nostrils breathe out fiery streams
And from His awful tongue
A sovereign voice divides the flames,
And thunder roars along.
Think, O my soul! the dreadful day,
When this incens�d God
Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea,
And fling His wrath abroad.
What shall the wretch, the sinner do?
He once defied the Lord;
But he shall dread the Thund�rer now,
And sink beneath His Word.
Tempests of angry fire shall roll
To blast the rebel worm,
And beat upon his naked soul
In one eternal storm.
