1 Now let the Sons of Belial hear
The thunders of the Lord;
Unfold their long rebellious ear,
And tremble at His Word.
2 Now let the iron sinew bow,
And take His easy yoke;
Lest sudden vengeance lay it low,
By one resistless stroke.
3 Tho’ yet the great Physician wait,
And healing balm be found;
One hour may seal their endless fate,
And fix a deadly wound.
4 Swift may Thy mercy, Lord, arise,
E’er justice stop their breath;
And lighten their deluded eyes,
That sleep the sleep of death.
|First Line:||Now let the Sons of Belial hear|
|Title:||Now Let The Sons Of Belial Hear|
|Author:||Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751|
|Source:||Published posthumously in Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures, by Job Orton (Shropshire, England: Joshua Eddowes & John Cotton 1755)|
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9451||Now Let The Sons Of Belial Hear||Now let the Sons of Belial hear||PARIS||Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751||CM||Published posthumously in <cite>Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures</cite>, by Job Orton (Shropshire, England: Joshua Eddowes & John Cotton 1755)|