O Thou Who Sits Enthroned On High

1 Oh Thou who sits enthroned on high,
So full of awful majesty!
From Thee all kindreds of the earth
Receive their strength, derive their birth.

2 Thy potent arm confounds Thy foes,
And deals insufferable blows;
One look of Thine has power to save,
One word can sink them to the grave.

3 At Thy rebuke the mountains shake,
And hearts more hard are made to quake;
When devils strive to break their chain,
Their struggles but increase their pain.

4 The ruins of Jerusalem
Thy vengeance to the world proclaim,
While Sodom’s flames Thy fury tell
All more the dreadful flames of hell.

5 Then to the world’s remotest ends,
Or where Thy wide domain extends,
Be Thou both dreaded and adored,
The sovereign Judge, the mighty Lord.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #15657

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