1 God of glorious majesty,
Whose judgments are abroad,
Pierce, and turn our hearts to Thee
With sacred horror awed;
All this drowsy land awake,
And by the thunder of Thy power
Shake, our inmost spirits shake,
And let us sleep no more.
2 Rising in Thy dreadful might
The wicked to rebuke,
Thou hast with unwonted fright
Our sleeping bodies shook;
Earth did to her center quake,
Convulsive pangs her bowels tore;
Shake, our inmost spirits shake,
And let us sleep no more.
3 Ere the threatened ruin come,
A general terror dart,
Send the keen conviction home
To every thoughtless heart;
Shake us out of Satan’s hands,
Burst open every prison door,
Rouse, and loose us from our bands,
And bid us sin no more.
4 Jesus, Lord, to whom we cry,
The true repentance give,
Give us at Thy feet to lie,
And tremble, and believe;
On the Rock of Ages place
Our souls, till all the wrath is o’er,
Ground, and ’stablish us in grace,
And bid us sin no more.