1 O may the power which melts the rock
Be felt by all assembled here!
Or else our service will but mock
The God whom we profess to fear!
2 Lord, while thy judgments shake the land,
The people's eyes are fix'd on thee!
We own thy just, uplifted hand,
Which thousands cannot, will not see.
3 How long hast thou bestow'd thy care
On this indulg'd, ungrateful spot;
While other nations far and near,
Have envied and admir'd our lot.
4 Here peace and liberty have dwelt,
The glorious gospel brightly shone
And oft our enemies have felt
That God has made our cause his own.
5 But ah! both heaven and earth have heard
Our vile requital of his love!
We, whom like children he has rear'd,
Rebels against his goodness prove.
6 His grace despis'd, his pow'r defied,
And legions of the blackest crimes,
Profaneness, riot, lust, and pride,
Are signs that mark the present times.
7 The Lord displeas'd has rais'd his rod;
Ah, where are now the faithful few
Who tremble for the ark of God,
And know what Israel ought to do?
8 Lord, hear thy people every where,
Who meet to mourn, confess and pray;
The nations and thy churches spare,
And let thy rod be turn'd away.
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First Line: | O may the power which melts the rock |
Title: | Confession and Prayer |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Topic: | Special Occasions: Public and National Blessings and Afflictions |