1 How great, how terrible that God,
Who shakes creation with his nod!
He frowns, and earth's foundations shake,
And all the wheels of nature break.
2 Where now, O where shall sinners seek
For shelter in the gen'ral wreck?
Shall falling rocks be o'er them thrown?
See rocks, like snow, dissolving down!
3 In vain for mercy now they cry;
In lakes of liquid fire they lie;
There on the flaming billows tost,
For ever, O, for ever lost!
4 But saints, undaunted and serene,
Your eyes shall view the dreadful scene;
Your Saviour lives, the worlds expire;
And earth and skies dissolve in fire.
5 Jesus, the helpless sinner's friend,
To thee my all I dare commend;
Thou canst preserve my feeble soul,
When lightnings blaze from pole to pole.
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #733