O God, to Whom Revenge Belongs

O God

to whom re­venge be­longs

Proclaim Thy wrath aloud;

Let sov­er­eign power re­dress our wrongs

Let jus­tice smite the proud.

They say

The Lord nor sees nor hears:

When will the fools be wise?

Can He be deaf who formed their ears?

Or blind

who made their eyes?

He knows their im­pi­ous thoughts are vain

And they shall feel His pow­er;

His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain

In some sur­pris­ing hour.

But if Thy saints de­serve re­buke

Thou hast a gent­ler rod;

Thy pro­vi­denc­es and Thy book

Shall make them know their God.

Blest is the man Thy hands chas­tise

And to his du­ty draw;

Thy scourg­es make Thy child­ren wise

When they for­get Thy law.

But God will ne’er cast off His saints

Nor His own pro­mise break;

He par­dons His in­her­it­ance

For their Re­deem­er’s sake.