In Vain the Savior’s Mightiest Foes

In vain the Sav­ior’s migh­ti­est foes

Conspire His king­dom to op­pose

Crushed like the pot­ter’s brit­tle store

And scat­tered

to unite no more.

Sinners! awake: ye fools! be wise;

From sin’s de­lus­ive dreams arise;

Behold your Sav­ior

seek His face

And kiss the scep­ter of His grace.

O

lest ye per­ish from the way

That leads to realms of end­less day;

Lest fierce the threat­en­ing storm des­cend

And on your heads its fu­ry spend.

If

yet but kind­ly in His breast

His wrath the guil­ty soul ar­rest

How blest are they who serve the Lord

Who hear His voice

and trust His Word!