Psalm 89 (Version 3, Part 2)

With reverence let the saints appear

And bow before the Lord,

His high commands with reverence hear,

And tremble at his word.

How terrible thy glories be!

How bright thine armies shine!

Where is the power that vies with thee?

Or truth compar'd to thine?

The northern pole and southern rest

On thy supporting hand;

Darkness and day from east to west

Move round at thy command.

Thy words the raging wind control,

And rule the boisterous deep;

Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,

The rolling billows sleep.

Heaven, earth, and air, and sea are thine,

And the dark world of hell:

How did thine arm in vengeance shine

When Egypt durst rebel!

Justice and judgment are thy throne,

Yet wondrous is thy grace;

While truth and mercy join'd in one

Invite us near thy face.