The Avenger
High as the heav'ns above the ground Reigns our Creator, God; Wide as the whole creation's bound Extends his awful rod. Then let the rulers of th is globe Not dare to plague the just; He puts on vengeance like a robe, And treads the ir bones to dust. God will give justice to his elect, who cry to him day and night? Will he delay long over them? He will swiftly make it right! Ye judges of the earth, be wise, And think of heav'n with fear; The meanest saint that you despise Has an avenger there. Know that his kingdom is supreme, Your lofty thoughts are vain; No matter what you dream and scheme Your death is still ordained God will give justice to his elect, who cry to him day and night? Will he delay long over them? He will swiftly make it right! For them there is no mercy seat He will own their every crown, He’ll trample them beneath his feet, And c ast their glories down. The Lord God will avenge his saints God's wrath will see them slain Vengeance belongs to God alon...