1 When God comes forth, with terrors clad,
From His resplendent seat,
What mortal can His power evade,
His arm of vengeance meet?
2 Impetuous lightnings swiftly glide,
Hoarse thunders round Him roar;
Lo, tempests, storms rage far and wide,
And spread from shore to shore.
3 The sea its wonted bed forsakes,
And stars come rushing down;
The earth to its foundation shakes,
And sinks beneath His frown.
4 Now sinners, pierced with guilty stings,
Dread His avenging eye;
And mighty conquerors, potent kings,
To rocks and caverns fly.
5 In Jesus’ spotless righteousness,
Oh may I then appear;
And ’midst the terror and distress,
I need not yield to fear.
The Cyber Hymnal #16115