1 Great God, the terrors of Thy wrath,
What mortal tongue can tell?
A fiery stream comes issuing forth,
And lights the flames of hell.
2 No mitigation can it know,
Nor ever have an end;
Its greatness and duration, too,
All finite thought transcend.
3 But Thou, oh Lord, hast formed a plan,
Replete with wondrous grace.
To raise the fallen creature, man,
To perfect happiness.
4 Through the atonement of my Lord,
All sin may be forgiv’n;
‘Tis He removes the flaming sword,
Which barred the way to Heaven.
5 Should all the pow’rs of earth and hell
Their force against me join,
His cross will all my fears dispel,
And fill with peace divine.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16118