O may the power which melts the rock,

Be felt by all assembled here!

Or else our service will but mock

The God whom we profess to fear.

2 Lord, while thy judgments shake the land,

Thy people’s eyes are fixed on thee!

We own thy just, uplifted hand,

Which thousands can not, will not see.

3 How long hast thou bestowed thy care

On this indulged, ungrateful spot;

While other nations, far and near,

Have envied and admired our lot.

4 Here peace and liberty have dwelt,

The glorious gospel brightly shone;

And oft our enemies have felt

That God has made our cause his own.

5 But, ah! both heaven and earth have heard

Our vile requital of his love!

We, whom like children he has reared,

Against his goodness rebels prove.

6 His grace despised, his power defied,

And legions of the blackest crimes,

Profaneness, riot, lust and pride,

Are signs that mark the present times.

7 The Lord, displeased, hath raised his rod;

Ah, where are now the faithful few,

Who tremble for the ark of God,

And know what Israel ought to do?

8 Lord, hear thy people everywhere,

Who meet to mourn, confess and pray;

The nation and thy churches spare,

And let thy wrath be turned away.