1 And will the God of Grace
Perpetual silence keep?
The God of justice hold his peace,
And let his vengeance sleep?
2 Behold, what cursed snares
The men of mischief spread!
The men that hate thy saints and thee,
Lift up their threat'ning head.
3 Against thy hidden ones
Their counsels they employ,
And malice, with her watchful eye,
Pursues them to destroy.
4 The noble and the base
Into thy pastures leap;
The lion and the stupid ass
Conspire to vex thy sheep.
5 'Come, let us join,' they cry,
'To root them from the ground,
'Till not the name of saints remain,
'Nor mem'ry shall be found.'
6 Awake, almighty God,
And call thy wrath to mind;
Give them like forests to the fire,
Or stubble to the wind.
7 Convince their madness, Lord,
And make them seek thy name;
Or else their stubborn rage confound,
That they may die in shame.
8 Then shall the nations know
That glorious, dreadful word,
Jehovah is thy name alone,
And thou the sov'reign Lord.
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First Line: | And will the God of Grace |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Public Domain. |