Classic Poem

Let God arise in all his might,
And put the troops of hell to flight;
As smoke, that sought to cloud the skies,
Before the rising tempest flies.

He rides and thunders through the sky;
His name Jehovah sounds on high;
Sing to his name, ye sons of grace!
Ye saints! rejoice before his face.

The widow and the fatherless
Fly to his aid in sharp distress;
In him the poor and helpless find
A Judge, most just, a Father, kind.

He breaks the captive's heavy chain,
And pris'ners see the light again;
But rebels, who dispute his will,
Shall dwell in chains and darkness still.

Kingdoms and thrones to God belong;
Crown him, ye nations! in your song;
He shakes the heav'ns with loud alarms;
How terrible is God in arms!

Proclaim him king, pronounce him blest;
He's your defence, your joy, your rest:
When terrors rise, and nations faint,
God is the strength of ev'ry saint.