O Holy Father, Righteous God!

O Holy Fa­ther

right­eous God!

Our souls are filled with fear;

Thy pun­ish­ments

Thy scourge and rod

Have now ap­proach­èd near.

Distressèd and alarmed we stand

To see our aw­ful state;

Thy judg­ments on our guil­ty land

Are what we must await.

Thy pun­ish­ments are ve­ry just

O Lord

we must con­fess;

We should be hum­bled to the dust

Who have ab­used Thy grace.

How long have we ab­used Thy Word

And run the sin­ful course;

Well we de­serve to feel the sword

With all its weight and force.

In ma­ny ways have we been warned

To turn from these our ways;

But all Thy mer­cies we have spurned

And slight­ed all Thy grace.

But O

the time is come at last

When we must feel the shock;

God’s right­eous sen­tence now is passed

And jus­tice strikes the stroke.

O

whi­ther can such crea­tures flee?

Such as we are in­deed!

But un­to Thee

O Lord! to Thee

Whose pro­mis­es we plead.