He Comes, Thy God

He comes

thy God

O Is­ra­el

comes;

Prepare thy God to meet:

Meet Him in bat­tle’s force ar­rayed

Or hum­bled at His feet.

He formed the mount­ains by His strength;

He makes the winds to blow;

And all the sec­ret thoughts of man

Must his cre­at­or know.

He shades the morn­ing’s op­en­ing rays;

He shakes the so­lid world;

And stars and an­gels from their seats

Are by His thun­der hurled.

Eternal So­ver­eign of the skies

And shall thine Is­ra­el dare

In mad re­bel­lion to arise

And tempt th’un­eq­ual war?

Lo

na­tions trem­ble at Thy frown

And faint be­neath Thy rod;

Crushed by its gent­lest move­ment down

They fall

tre­men­dous God.

Avert the ter­rors of Thy wrath

And let Thy mer­cy shine;

While hum­ble pe­ni­tence and pray­er

Approve us tru­ly Thine.