Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CLIII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O Holy Father, righteous God!
Our souls are fill'd with fear;
Thy punishments, thy scourge and rod,
Have now approached near.
2 Distressed and alarm'd we stand,
To see our awful state;
Thy judgments on our guilty land,
Is what we must await.
3 Thy punishments are very just,
O Lord, we must confess;
We should be humbled to the dust,
Who have abus'd thy grace.
4 How long have we abus'd thy word,
And ran the sinful course;
Well we deserve to feel the sword
With all its weight and force.
5 In many ways have we been warn'd
To turn from these our ways;
But all thy mercies we have spurn'd,
And slighted all thy grace.
6 But O, the time is come at last,
When we must feel the shock;
God's righteous sentence now is pass'd,
And justice strikes the stroke.
7 O, whither can such creatures fell?
Such as we are indeed!
But unto thee, O Lord! to thee!
Whose promises we plead. Topics: For a Fast-Day in time of War Scripture: 1 Peter 4:12-19 Languages: English
O Holy Father, righteous God!
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