God of Glorious Majesty

God of glo­ri­ous ma­jes­ty

Whose judg­ments are abroad

Pierce

and turn our hearts to Thee

With sac­red hor­ror awed;

All this drow­sy land awake

And by the thun­der of Thy pow­er

Shake

our in­most spir­its shake

And let us sleep no more.

Rising in Thy dread­ful might

The wicked to re­buke

Thou hast with un­wont­ed fright

Our sleep­ing bo­dies shook;

Earth did to her cen­ter quake

Convulsive pangs her bow­els tore;

Shake

our in­most spir­its shake

And let us sleep no more.

Ere the threat­ened ru­in come

A ge­ne­ral ter­ror dart

Send the keen con­vict­ion home

To ev­ery thought­less heart;

Shake us out of Sa­tan’s hands

Burst open ev­ery pri­son door

Rouse

and loose us from our bands

And bid us sin no more.

Jesus

Lord

to whom we cry

The true re­pent­ance give

Give us at Thy feet to lie

And tremble

and be­lieve;

On the Rock of Ag­es place

Our souls

till all the wrath is o’er

Ground

and ’stab­lish us in grace

And bid us sin no more.