
1 While Justice waves her vengeful hand
Tremendous o'er a guilty land,
Almighty God, thy awful pow'r
With fear and trembling we adore.
2 Where shall we fly but to thy feet?
Our only refuge is thy seat;
Thy seat where potent mercy pleads,
And holds thy thunder from our heads.
3 While peace and plenty blest our days,
Where was the tribute of our praise?
Ungrateful race! how have we spent
The blessings which thy goodness lent!
4 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye;
Though loud our crimes for vengeance cry,
Let mercy's louder voice prevail,
Nor thy long-suffering patience fail.
5 Encourag'd by thy sacred word,
May we not plead thy promise, Lord;
That when an humble nation mourns,
Thy rising wrath to pity turns?
6 O let thy sov'reign grace impart
Contrition to each rocky heart;
And bid sincere repentance flow,
In general, undissembled wo.
7 Fair smiling peace again restore;
With plenty bless the pining poor:
And may a happy, thankful land,
Obedient own thy guardian hand.
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #689
First Line: | While justice waves her vengeful hand |
Author: | Anne Steele |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
While justice waves her vengeful hand. Anne Steele. [National Humiliation.] This hymn was written for the National Fast of Feb. 11, 1757, and published in her Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, 1760, vol. i. p. 250, in 9 stanzas of 4 lines, and headed "National Judgments deprecated. On the Fast. Feb. 11, 1757." It was also given in D. Sedgwick's edition of her Hymns, &c, 1863, p. 116. This hymn is usually given in an abbreviated form as in the American Presbyterian Selection of Hymns, Philadelphia, 1861.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)