HYMN 62
C. M.
God the thunderer; or, The last judgment and hell.
[Made in a great sudden storm of thunder, August 20, 1697.]
447 Sing to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts, And thou, O earth, adore; Let death and hell through all their coasts Stand trembling at his power. | His sounding chariot shakes the sky, He makes the clouds his throne; There all his stores of lightning lie, Till vengeance darts them down. | His nostrils breathe out fiery streams And from his awful tongue A sovereign voice divides the flames, And thunder roars along. | Think, O my soul! the dreadful day, When this incensed God Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea, And fling his wrath abroad. | What shall the wretch the sinner do? He once defied the Lord; But he shall dread the Thund'rer now, And sink beneath his word. | Tempests of angry fire shall roll To blast the rebel worm, And beat upon his naked soul In one eternal storm. | |