Adore and trem­ble, for our God
Is a con­sum­ing fire!
His jea­lous eyes His wrath in­flame,
And raise His ven­geance high­er.

Almighty ven­geance, how it burns!
How bright His fu­ry glows!
Vast ma­ga­zines of plagues and storms
Lie trea­sured for his foes.

Those heaps of wrath, by slow de­grees,
Are forced in­to a flame;
But kin­dled, oh! how fierce they blaze!
And rend all na­ture’s frame.

At His ap­proach the mount­ains flee,
And seek a wa­te­ry grave:
The fright­ed sea makes haste away,
And shrinks up ev­ery wave.

Through the wide air the migh­ty rocks
Are swift as hail­stones hurled;
Who dares en­gage His fie­ry rage
That shakes the so­lid world?

Yet, migh­ty God, Thy so­ve­reign grace
Sits re­gent on the throne;
The re­fuge of Thy chos­en race
When wrath comes rush­ing down.

Thy hand shall on re­bel­lious kings
A fie­ry tem­pest pour,
While we be­neath Thy shel­ter­ing wings
Thy just re­venge adore.