166. A complaint against persecutors

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 "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,"

5 Awake, almighty God,
And call thy wrath to mind;
Give them, like forests, to the fire,
Or stuble to the wind.

6 Convince their madness, Lord,
And make them seek thy name:
Or else their stubborn rage confound,
That they may die in shame.

7 Then shall the nations know
Thy glorious, dreadful word,
Jehovah is thy name alone,
And thou the sov'reign Lord.

Text Information
First Line: And will the God of grace
Title: A complaint against persecutors
Meter: Short Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1791
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