When God Comes Forth

When God comes forth

with ter­rors clad

From His re­splen­dent seat

What mor­tal can His pow­er ev­ade

His arm of ven­geance meet?

Impetuous light­nings swift­ly glide

Hoarse thun­ders round Him roar;

Lo

tem­pests

storms rage far and wide

And spread from shore to shore.

The sea its wont­ed bed for­sakes

And stars come rush­ing down;

The earth to its foun­dation shakes

And sinks be­neath His frown.

Now sin­ners

pierced with guil­ty stings

Dread His av­eng­ing eye;

And migh­ty con­quer­ors

po­tent kings

To rocks and ca­verns fly.

In Je­sus’ spot­less right­eous­ness

Oh may I then ap­pear;

And ’midst the ter­ror and dis­tress

I need not yield to fear.