The Folly of Persecutors

Verse 1

Are sinners now so senseless grown That they the saints devour? And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful pow'r?

Verse 2

Great God, appear to their surprise; Reveal thy dreadful name; Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hope to shame.

Verse 3

Dost thou not dwell among the just? And yet our foes deride, That we should make thy name our trust; Great God, confound their pride.

Verse 4

O that the joyful day were come To finish our distress! When God shall bring his children home, Our songs shall never cease.