God of Awful Majesty

God of aw­ful ma­jes­ty

Thy glo­ri­ous name we praise;

Known are all Thy works to Thee

Of judg­ment

and of grace:

In Thine on­ly breast it lies

To raise or sink

re­vive or slay:

Wilt Thou yet again chas­tise

Or turn Thy wrath away?

Vengeance on Thy foes to take

Hast Thou in an­ger sworn?

Sworn again our earth to shake

And from its base o’ert­urn?

Surely then to Ab­ra­ham’s seed

Thou shalt re­veal the wrath to come

Speak the pun­ish­ment de­creed

And warn us of our doom.

But if so Thy will or­dain

Its close de­sign to hide

Let us in Thy work re­main

And in Thy love ab­ide;

Stand for all events pre­pared

With pa­tience armed and god­ly fear;

Stand for ev­er on our guard

Till Thy great arm ap­pear.

Blessèd are the serv­ants

Lord

Whom Thou shalt watch­ing find

Hanging on Thy faith­ful word

And to Thy will re­signed;

Safe am­idst the darts of death

Secure they rest in all alarms

Sure their Lord hath spread be­neath

His ev­er­last­ing arms.

Should the earth this mo­ment cleave

And swal­low up the just

Jesus would their souls re­ceive

And guard their sleep­ing dust:

Though their dust the whirl­wind sweep

To earth’s pro­founde­st core

their sins for­giv’n

Soon

emerg­ing from the deep

They rise

they mount to Heav’n!