Will it come, the day of God,
When the curse shall be re­moved?
Will it bring the venge­ful rod,
Or the voice of the Be­loved?

Sure as the eter­nal throne
Stands the pro­mise of His word:
He shall make His glo­ry known;
All man­kind shall hail Him Lord.

What doth hin­der?—hate of hell,
Strife of men, and greed of lust;
But more won­der­ful to tell,
Waits the Pa­tience of the Just!

God’s long suf­fer­ing stand­eth still,
Mercy plead­ing with the foe!
But who shall re­sist His will
When He lets His fu­ry go?

Burning like a fur­nace flame,
Fed by wrath that ca­nnot spare,
See the glo­ry of His name
Rising, spread­ing ev­ery­where.

Oh, be­fore that aw­ful day
Let our dark re­bel­lion cease;
Let us meet Him in the way,
And His com­ing shall be peace.