1 Sing to the Lord ye heavenly hosts,
And let the earth, adore;
Let death and hell, thro' all their coasts,
Stand trembling at his power.
2 His sounding chariot shakes the sky,
He makes the clouds his throne;
There all his stores of lightning lie,
'Till vengeance darts them down.
3 Before him rolls a fiery stream —
And from his awful tongue
A sovereign voice divides the flame,
And thunder roars along!
4 Think, O my soul, the dreadful day
When this incensed God
Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea,
And fling his wrath abroad!
5 What shall the wretch, the sinner do?
He once defy'd the Lord;
But he shall dread the thunderer now,
And sink beneath his word.
6 Tempests of angry fire shall roll
To blast the rebel worm;
And beat upon his naked soul
In one eternal storm.
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First Line: | Sing to the Lord ye heavenly hosts |
Title: | God the Thunderer; Or, the last Judgment, and Hell |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Notes: | Made in a great Storm of Thunder, August 20th 1697 |