With God is terrible majesty. <br /> <br />Terrible God, that reign'st on high, <br />How awful is thy thund'ring hand! <br />Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they fly! <br />Nor can all earth or hell withstand. <br /> <br />This the old rebel angels knew, <br />And Satan fell beneath thy frown; <br />Thine arrows struck the traitor through, <br />And weighty vengeance sunk him down. <br /> <br />This Sodom felt, and feels it still, <br />And roars beneath th' eternal load: <br />"With endless burnings who can dwell? <br />Or bear the fury of a God?" <br /> <br />Tremble, ye sinners, and submit, <br />Throw down your arms before his throne; <br />Bend your heads low beneath his feet, <br />Or his strong hand shall crush you down. <br /> <br />And ye, blest saints, that love him too, <br />With rev'rence bow before his name; <br />Thus all his heav'nly servants do: <br />God is a bright and burning flame.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-22/
