With Reverend Awe, Tremendous Lord

With rev­er­end awe

tre­men­dous Lord

We hear the thun­ders of Thy Word;

The pride of Le­ba­non it breaks;

Swift the ce­les­tial fire des­cends

The flin­ty rock in piec­es rends

And earth to its deep cen­ter shakes.

Arrayed in ma­jes­ty di­vine

Here sanc­ti­ty and jus­tice shine

And hor­ror strikes the re­bel through

While loud this aw­ful voice makes known

The won­ders

which Thy sword hath done

And what Thy ven­geance yet shall do.

So spread the hon­ors of Thy name

The ter­rors of a God pro­claim;

Thick let the point­ed ar­rows fly;

Till sin­ners

hum­bled in the dust

Shall own the exe­cu­tion just

And bless the hand by which they die.

Then clear the dark tem­pes­tu­ous day

And ra­di­ant beams of love dis­play;

Each pros­trate soul let mer­cy raise

So shall the bleed­ing capt­ives feel

Thy Word

which gave the wound

can heal

And change their groans to songs of praise.