1 God, to correct a guilty world,
In wrath is slow to rise;
But comes at length, in thunder clothed,
And darkness veils the skies.
2 His awful banners, lifted high,
The nations’ God declare;
And stained with blood, with terrors marked,
Spread wonder and despair.
3 All earthly glory, pomp and pride,
Are in His presence lost:
Empires o’erturned, thrones, scepters, crowns,
In wild confusion tossed.
4 While war and misery prevail,
And desolation wide,
In God, the sovereign Lord of all,
The righteous still confide.
5 Dark and mysterious is the course
Of His tremendous way:
His path is in the trackless winds,
And in the foaming sea.
6 Yet, though enveloped in the cloud,
And from our view concealed,
The righteous Judge will soon appear,
In majesty revealed!
7 Then will He curb the lawless power,
The deadly wrath of man;
And all the windings will unfold
Of His own gracious plan.
8 Then all the sons of tyranny
In ruin shall be hurled;
And light, and liberty, and bliss,
Embrace the new born world.
|First Line:||God, to correct a guilty world|
|Title:||God, To Correct A Guilty World|
|Source:||A Collection of Hymns and Psalms for Public and Private Worship (London:1795)|
|Notes:||Alternate tunes: GRÄFENBURg by Johann Crüger, HEREFORD by Frederick A. Gore-Ouseley, HUNNYS from "Seven Sobs of a Sorrowful Soul"|
|Key:||G Major or modal|
|Source:||English Traditional Melody|
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