Holy Fear of God

Verse 1

Ah, how shall fallen man Be just before his God? If he contend in righteousness, We sink beneath his rod.

Verse 2

If he our ways should mark With strict inquiring eyes, Could we for one of thousand faults A just excuse devise?

Verse 3

All-seeing, powerful God! Who can with thee contend? Or who, that tries the unequal strife, Shall prosper in the end?

Verse 4

The mountains, in thy wrath, Their ancient seats forsake; The trembling earth deserts her place, Her rooted pillars shake.

Verse 5

Ah! how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? None, none, can meet him and escape, But through the Saviour's blood.