Righteous God! Whose Vengeful Phials

Righteous God! Whose venge­ful phi­als

All our fears and thoughts ex­ceed

Big with woes and fie­ry tri­als

Hanging

burst­ing o’er our head;

While Thou vis­it­est the na­tions

Thy se­lect­ed peo­ple spare;

Arm our cau­tion­ed souls with pa­tience

Fill our hum­bled hearts with pray­er.

If Thy dread­ful con­tro­ver­sy

With all flesh is now be­gun

In Thy wrath re­mem­ber mer­cy

Mercy first and last be shown;

Plead Thy cause with sword and fire

Shake us till the curse re­move

Till Thou com’st

the world’s De­sire

Conquering all with sov­er­eign love.

Every fresh alarm­ing tok­en

More conf­irms the faith­ful Word;

Nature (for its Lord hath spok­en)

Must be sud­den­ly re­stored:

From this na­tion­al con­fu­sion

From this ruined earth and skies

See the times of re­sti­tu­tion

See the new cre­ation rise!

Vanish

then

this world of sha­dows

Pass the for­mer things away:

Lord

ap­pear! ap­pear to glad us

With the dawn of end­less day

O con­clude this mor­tal sto­ry

Throw this uni­verse aside!

Come

eter­nal King of glo­ry

Now des­cend

and take Thy bride!