Come and Behold the Works of God

Come and be­hold the works of God

What de­so­la­tions He will make;

In ven­geance

when He wields His rod

The hea­then rage

their king­doms quake:

He ut­ters forth His voice—’tis felt—

Like wax the world’s foun­da­tions melt;

The Lord of hosts is in the field

The God of Ja­cob is our shield.

Again He mak­eth wars to cease

He breaks the bow

un­points the spear

And burns the cha­ri­ot—joy and peace

In all His glo­ri­ous march ap­pear:

Silence

O earth! thy mak­er own;

Ye Gen­tiles

He is God alone;

The Lord of hosts is in the field

The God of Ja­cob is our shield.