Awakened by Thy Threatenings, Lord

Awakened by Thy threat­en­ings

Lord

We long have seen our lost es­tate

And still we hang upon Thy Word

And still for full re­demp­tion wait.

’Tis all our soul’s de­sire to know

Thy love­li­ness

and to pro­claim

To per­fect ho­li­ness be­low

And show forth all Thy glo­ri­ous name.

Thee with my spir’t have I de­fied

And mourned through­out the live long night

To Thee my ear­ly soul as­pired;

And still I want Thy bliss­ful sight.

I lang­uish for Thy sav­ing grace

And groan in pain to be re­newed

And all with­in me seeks Thy face

And all I am cries out for God.

Thy aw­ful judg­ments first awoke

And filled with ter­rors from ab­ove

We sank be­neath Thine an­ger’s stroke

And trem­bled

’til we felt Thy love.

Sinners shall hear Thy threat­en­ing rod

Break off their sins

and stand in awe

For when Thy judg­ments are abroad

The guil­ty world will learn Thy law.

But nei­ther threats nor smiles can move

The wretch self hard­ened

self-de­stroyed;

Who slights Thy wrath

will spurn Thy love

And make Thy ten­der mer­cies void.

He in the land of right­eous­ness

Rejects the grace he might re­ceive;

He will not learn the way of peace

He will not come to Thee

and live.

He will not taste Thy par­don­ing grace

Thy bleed­ing love he will not see

Behold his God in Je­su’s face

Or own the suf­fer­ing De­ity.

Lord

when Thine hand is lift­ed up

They will not see

nor un­der­stand

But they shall soon be forced to stoop

And feel Thy sin-aveng­ing hand.

Who now their hell­ish ma­lice show

And in Thy peo­ple Thee de­fy

Malign Thy lit­tle flock be­low

And touch the ap­ple of Thine eye;

Confounded for their en­vi­ous hate

They soon shall prove Thine ut­most ire

And trem­ble

and con­fess too late

Our God is a con­sum­ing fire.

Judgment for those who slight Thy grace

But peace Thou wilt for us or­dain

Thou hast in­clined us to em­brace

Thyself

and bid our fruit re­main.

O Lord

our God (when all re­newed

And per­fect made in love

we say)

We were by oth­er lords sub­dued

And base­ly yield­ed to their sway.

Long did our lusts and pass­ions reign

And ruled us with an ir­on rod

But lo! we now their yoke dis­dain;

And yield us serv­ants to our God.

Redeemed from all ini­qui­ty

Thine all vic­tor­ious grace we own;

Worship and power as­cribe to Thee

And live and die to Thee alone.

Thro’ Thee Thy good­ness we pro­claim

We glo­ry in Thy gra­cious pow­er

And boast we of Thine on­ly name

And speak

and think

of sin no more.

Our old usurp­ing sins are dead

Thou hast the law­less ty­rants slain

Buried

no more to lift their head;

No

nev­er shall they rise again.

No spark of sin is left alive

No least re­mains

or small­est seed;

That they might nev­er more re­vive

The Son hath made us free in­deed.

Thou all their me­mo­ry hast erased

Their be­ing ut­ter­ly de­stroyed

Their name eter­nal­ly de­faced

And filled our sin­less souls with God.