Tremendous God, with Humble Fear

Tremendous God

with hum­ble fear

Prostrate be­fore Thy aw­ful throne

The ir­re­vo­ca­ble word we hear

The sov­er­eign right­eous­ness we own.

’Tis fit we should to dust re­turn

Since such the will of the Most High;

In sin con­ceived

to trou­ble born

Born on­ly to la­ment and die.

Submissive to Thy just de­cree

We all shall soon from earth re­move;

But when Thou send­est

Lord

for me

O let the mes­sen­ger be love!

Whisper Thy love in­to my heart

Warn me of my ap­proach­ing end;

And then I joy­ful­ly de­part

And then I to Thy arms as­cend.