The Song of Moses and the Lambe (Reuel. 15.3)

OH thou LORD, thou GOD of might;
(Who do'st all things worke aright)
Whatsoe're is done by thee,
Great, and wondrous proues to be:

True thy waies are, and direct,
Holy King of Saints elect.
And (oh therefore) who is there,
That of thee retaines no feare?

Who is there that shall deny,
Thy great Name to glorifie.
For thou, LORD, and thou alone:
Art the perfect Holy-one:

In thy presence Nations all
Shall to adoration fall.
For thy Iudgements now appeare
Unto all men what they are.