Great is the Lord, exalted high

Above all powers and every throne;

Whate'er he please in earth or sea,

Or heaven, or hell, his hand hath done.

At his command the vapours rise,

The lightnings flash, the thunders roar;

He pours the rain, he brings the wind,

And tempest from his airy store.

'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent,

O Egypt thro' thy stubborn land;

When all thy first-born beasts and men

Fell dead by his avenging hand.

What mighty nations, mighty kings,

He slew, and their whole country gave

To Israel, whom his hand redeem'd,

No more to be proud Pharaoh's slave!

His power the same, the same his grace,

That saves us from the hosts of hell;

And heaven he gives us to possess,

Whence those apostate angels fell.