The mighty God, the Lord hath spoken, and bid the trembling earth draw nigh: the silence of long ages broken, he speaks in thunder from the sky. Forth from the heavenly Zion shining, in perfect beauty he appears: love, wisdom, majesty combining, bright are the diadems he wears. He speaks and all the nations tremble; heaven, earth and hell his voice obey: in solemn awe his saints assemble, the world's dim shadows flee away. O who can stand when thou appearest in robes of majesty divine? Though now each contrite sigh thou hearest, what terrors then will round thee shine! O mighty God, O Lord most holy, prepare us for that solemn day: O shield and guard us, save us wholly, thy pardoning grace to us display.