The Wisdom and Equity of Providence

Verse 1

When the great Judge, supreme and just, Shall once inquire for blood; The humble souls that mourn in dust Shall find a faithful God.

Verse 2

He from the dreadful gates of death Does his own children raise; In Zion’s gates with cheerful breath, They sing their Father’s praise.

Verse 3

His foes shall fall with heedless feet, Into the pit they made; And sinners perish in the net That their own hands have spread.

Verse 4

Thus by thy judgment, mighty God, Are thy deep counsels known; When men of mischief are destroy'd, The snare must be their own.

Verse 5

The wicked shall sink down to hell; Thy wrath devour the lands That dare forget thee, or rebel Against thy known commands.

Verse 6

Though saints to sore distress are brought, And wait, and long complain, Their cries shall never be forgot, Nor shall their hopes be vain.

Verse 7

Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat, To judge and save the poor; Let nations tremble at thy feet, And man prevail no more.

Verse 8

Thy thunder shall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain, Make them confess, that thou art God, And they but feeble men.