1 O God, to whom revenge belongs,
Proclaim thy wrath aloud;
Let sov'reign pow'r redress our wrongs,
Let justice smite the proud.
2 They say, 'The Lord nor sees nor hears;'
When will the fools be wise?
Can he be deaf who form'd their ears?
Or blind who made their eyes?
3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain,
And they shall feel his pow'r;
His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain
In some surprising hour.
4 But if thy saints deserve rebuke,
Thou hast a gentler rod;
Thy providences and thy book
Shall make them know their God.
5 Blest is the man thy hands chastise,
And to his duty draw;
Thy scourges make thy children wise
When they forget thy law.
6 But God will ne'er cast off his saints,
Nor his own promise break;
He pardons his inheritance
For their Redeemer's sake.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O God, to whom revenge belongs |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Scripture: | ; |
Notes: | Part 1 |