Classic Poem

Now, saith the spirit of the Lord,
To those who sit on earthly thrones;
Rejoice with trembling at his word,
And at his feet submit your crowns.

With faith and love address the Son,
Lest he grow angry, and ye die;
His wrath will burn to worlds unknown,
If ye provoke his jealousy.

His frowns will drive you quick to hell,
For he is God, and ye but dust;
Happy the souls that know him well,
And make his grace their only trust!