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 chearful 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,
The Snare must be 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 Tho' Saints to sore Distress are brought,
And wait, and long complain,
Their Cries shall not be still 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 'em confess that thou art GOD,
And they but feeble Men.]
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First Line: | When the great Judge supreme and just |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
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Topic: | Equity and Wisdom of Providence; God: the judge; Judgment: and mercy(4 more...) |