Now Let the Sons of Belial Hear

Now let the Sons of Be­li­al hear

The thun­ders of the Lord;

Unfold their long re­bel­li­ous ear

And trem­ble at His Word.

Now let the ir­on sin­ew bow

And take His ea­sy yoke;

Lest sud­den ven­geance lay it low

By one re­sist­less stroke.

Though yet the great Phy­sici­an wait

And heal­ing balm be found;

One hour may seal their end­less fate

And fix a dead­ly wound.

Swift may Thy mer­cy

Lord

arise

Ere jus­tice stop their breath;

And light­en these de­lud­ed eyes

That sleep the sleep of death.