It Is the Lord! Behold His Hand

It is the Lord! Be­hold His hand

Outstretched with an af­flict­ive rod;

And hark! a voice goes through the land

Be still

and know that I am God.

Shall we

like guil­ty Ad­am

hide

In dark­est shades our dark­er fears?

For who His com­ing may abide?

Or who shall stand when He ap­pears?

No—let us throng around His seat;

No—let us meet Him face to face

Prostrate our spir­its at His feet

Confess our sins

and sue for grace.

Who knows but God will hear our cries

Turn swift de­struct­ion from our path

Restrain His judg­ments

or chas­tise

In ten­der me­rcy

not in wrath?

He will

He will

for Je­sus pleads;

Let Heav’n and earth His love re­cord;

For us

for us

He in­ter­cedes;

Our help is nigh—it is the Lord!

Into His hands then let us fall

Come health or sick­ness

life or death;

Whether He send us balm for gall

Or im­mor­tal­ity for breath.