1 The Lord of glory, reigns supremely great,
And o'er heav'ns arches builds his royal seat.
Thro' worlds unknown his sov'reign sway extends,
Nor space, nor time, his boundless empire ends.
His eye beholds th' affairs of ev'ry nation,
And reads each though thro' his immense creation.
2 Lightning and storms his mighty word obey,
And planets roll, where he has mark'd their way.
Unnumber'd cherubs veil'd before him stand,
And at his signal all their wings expand.
His praise gives harmony to all their voices,
And ev'ry heart thro' the full choir rejoices.
3 Rebellious mortals, cease your tumults vain,
Nor longer such unequal war maintain.
Let clay with fellow-clay in combat strive:
But dread to brave the pow'r, by which you live.
With contrite hearts fall prostrate, and adore him;
For, if he frown, ye perish all before him.
Philip Doddridge (b. London, England, 1702; d. Lisbon, Portugal, 1751) belonged to the Non-conformist Church (not associated with the Church of England). Its members were frequently the focus of discrimination. Offered an education by a rich patron to prepare him for ordination in the Church of England, Doddridge chose instead to remain in the Non-conformist Church. For twenty years he pastored a poor parish in Northampton, where he opened an academy for training Non-conformist ministers and taught most of the subjects himself. Doddridge suffered from tuberculosis, and when Lady Huntington, one of his patrons, offered to finance a trip to Lisbon for his health, he is reputed to have said, "I can as well go to heaven from Lisbon as from Nort… Go to person page >