Rebels against the supreme Sovereign admonished. Psalm lxvi. 7

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 Thought through his immense Creation.

Lightnings, and Storms his mighty Word obey, And Planets roll, where he has mark'd their Way: Unnumber'd Cherubs vail'd before him stand, At his first Signal all their Wings expand; His Praise gives Harmony to all their Voices, And ev'ry Heart through the full Choir rejoices.

Rebellious Mortals, cease your Tumults vain, Nor longer such unequal War maintain: Let Clay with Fellow-Clay in Combate strive, But dread to brave the Pow'r, by which you live: With contrite Hearts fall prostrate & adore him, For, if he frowns, ye perish all before him.