1 The Lord, how dreadful is His wrath,
How terrible His judgments are!
His anger shakes the guilty earth,
And spreads destruction and despair.

2 The lightnings fly quick round His throne,
And vengeance sits upon His brow;
All nature trembles at His frown,
The floods congeal, the mountains flow.

3 None can resist His mighty power,
And none escape His piercing eye;
Before him raging flames devour,
At His rebuke blasphemers die.

4 Rebels who scorn His milder voice,
At His loud thunders trembling stand;
Th’impetuous sea starts at the noise,
And horror fills the neighboring land.

5 Blessed then is he, for ever blessed,
Whose guilt is purged, whose soul is clear;
Nor anxious grief disturbs His breast,
Nor sin excites tormenting fear.

6 Nature in wild disorder hurled,
He views, but hopes for joys to come;
Sits on the wrecks of ruined worlds,
And waits for wings to waft him home.