1 Are sinners now so senseless grown
That they the saints devour?
And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful pow'r?
2 Great God, appear to their surprise;
Reveal thy dreadful name;
Let them no more thy wrath despise,
Nor turn our hope to shame.
3 Dost thou not dwell among the just?
And yet our foes deride,
That we should make thy name our trust;
Great God, confound their pride.
4 O that the joyful day were come
To finish our distress!
When God shall bring his children home,
Our songs shall never cease.
|First Line:||Are sinners now so senseless grown|
|Topic:||The Folly of Persecutors|