The Lord of Hosts, th’Almighty Lord

The Lord of hosts

th’al­migh­ty Lord

Shall pun­ish in that venge­ful day

Shall with His Spir­it’s two-edged sword

The pierc­ing

crook­ed ser­pent slay.

Leviathan

that sub­tle fiend

That soul-in­si­nu­at­ing foe

Jesus shall make his ma­lice end

And root out all our sins be­low.

Jesus shall make us free in­deed

Redeem from all ini­qui­ty

And crush the hell­ish ser­pent’s head

And slay the dra­gon in the sea.

The sea is calmed

the trou­bled soul

In which he did his pas­time take;

The sin­ner now by faith made whole

Can nev­er more his God for­sake.

Sing to the Church in that glad day

(The Church is joined to those above

When all their sins are washed away

And they are per­fect made in love:

Partakers of the life di­vine

When grace the full sal­va­tion brings)

Sing ye

a vine­yard of red wine

A vine­yard for the King of kings!

“I keep it

I th’al­migh­ty Lord

My Spir­it ev­ery mo­ment pour

Descends the wa­ter and the Word

The gra­cious nev­er-ceas­ing show­er.

“I wa­ter it with heav’n­ly dew

Satan and sin I chase away

I wa­ter it

and keep it

too

I watch My vine­yard night and day.

“Fury is not in Me; to all

To all My mer­cies free­ly move:

Who would re­sist My gra­cious call

Or spurn the bow­els of My love?

“Who against Me would mad­ly dare

To set the thorns and bri­ers in fight?

Through all I would My pas­sage tear

And tram­ple on their fee­ble might.

“The soul that will not taste My love

Shall per­ish by My right­eous ire

My venge­ful in­dig­na­tion prove

And feel Me a con­sum­ing fire.

“But ra­ther let Him free­ly take

A pow­er from Me to turn and live;

Peace with his God he then shall make

And Christ in­to his heart re­ceive.

“My Son from all

who come to Him

Shall eve­ry spot of sin re­move

From all ini­qui­ty re­deem

And root and ’stab­lish them in love.

“Grafted in Him

they all shall share

The life

and fat­ness of the root

And ev­ery ho­ly tem­per bear

And fill the world with gold­en fruit.

The trees of right­eous­ness shall rise

Watered each mo­ment from above

And bear the fruits of para­dise

The glo­ri­ous fruits of per­fect love.