1 When the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood;
The humble souls that mourn in dust
Shall find a faithful God.
2 He from the dreadful gates of death
Does his own children raise;
In Zion’s gates with cheerful breath,
They sing their Father’s praise.
3 His foes shall fall with heedless feet,
Into the pit they made;
And sinners perish in the net
That their own hands have spread.
4. Thus by thy judgment, mighty God,
Are thy deep counsels known;
When men of mischief are destroy'd,
The snare must be their own.
5 The wicked shall sink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Against thy known commands.
6 Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait, and long complain,
Their cries shall never be forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.
7 [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.
8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,
Make them confess, that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.]
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.) #P.IX.II