1 When the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once enquire for blood;
The humble souls that mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.
2 He from the dreadful gates of death
Does his own children raise:
In Zion’s gates, with cheerful breath,
They sing their Father’s praise.
3 His foes shall fall, with heedless feet,
Into the pit they made;
And sinners perish in the net
That their own hands have spread.
4 Thus by thy judgment, mighty God,
Are thy deep counsels known:
When men of mischief are destroy'd,
In snares that were their own.
Pause.
5 The wicked shall sink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands,
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Against thy known commands.
6 Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait, and long complain,
Their cries shall never be forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.
7 [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.
8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,
Make them confess that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.]
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First Line: | When the great Judge, supreme and just |
Title: | The Wisdom and Equity of Providence |
Meter: | C.M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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Notes: | Second Part |