1 'Twas God who fixed the rolling spheres,
And stretched the boundless skies,
Who formed the plain of endless years,
And bade the ages rise.
2 From everlasting is his might,
Immense and unconfined;
He pierces through the realms of light,
And rides upon the wind.
3 He darts along the burning sky,
Loud thunders round him roar;
Through worlds above, his terrors fly,
While worlds below adore.
4 He speaks--great nature's wheels stand still,
And leave their wonted round;
The mountains melt; each trembling hill
Forsakes it ancient bound.
5 Ye world, and every living thing,
Fulfill his high command;
Pay grateful homage to your King,
And own his ruling hand.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #50
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