Sacred Poems and Hymns ‎#290

290. It is the Lord! Behold His hand

It is the Lord!--Behold His hand
Outstretch'd with an afflictive rod;
And hark! a voice goes through the land,
"Be still, and know that I am God."

Shall we, like guilty Adam, hide
In darkest shades our darker fears?
For who His coming may abide?
Or who shall stand when He appears?

No,--let us throng around His seat;
No,--let us meet Him face to face,
Prostrate our spirits at his feet,
Confess our sins, and sue for grace.

Who knows but God will hear our cries,
Turn swift destruction from our path,
Restrain His judgments, or chastise
In tender mercy, not in wrath?

He will, He will, for Jesus pleads;
Let heaven and earth His love record;
For us, for us, He intercedes;
Our help is nigh:--it is the Lord!

Into His hands then let us fall,
Come health or sickness, life or death;
Whether He send us balm for gall,
Or immortality for breath.

Text Information

• First Line: It is the Lord! Behold His hand
• Title: It is the Lord! Behold His hand
• Author: James Montgomery
• Meter: 8.8.8.8
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1854
• Topic: Cholera: confession and supplication during prevalence of

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