1 'Twas God who hurl'd the rolling spheres,
And stretch'd the boundless skies;
Who form'd the plan of endless years,
And bade the ages rise.
2 From everlasting is his might,
Immense and unconfin'd:
He pierces through the realms of light,
And rides upon the wind.
3 He darts along the burning skies;
Loud thunders round him roar:
All heav'n attends him, as he flies;
All hell proclaims his pow'r.
4 He scatters nations with his breath;
The scatter'd nations fly:
Blue pestilence and wasting death,
Confess the Godhead nigh.
5 Ye worlds, with ev'ry living thing,
Fulfil his high command:
Mortals, pay homage to your King,
And own his ruling hand.
|First Line:||'Twas God who hurl'd the rolling spheres|
|Topic:||Character and Perfections of God|