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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.Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #CLIII