Scripture Verse

Serve the Lord your God, that the fierceness of His wrath may turn away from you. 2 Chronicles 30:8


Words: Ben­ja­min Bed­dome (1717–1795), alt. Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Adapt­ed to Pub­lic Wor­ship, ed­it­ed by R. Hall (Lon­don: Bur­ton & Briggs, 1818), num­ber 30. Omnipotence of God.

Music: Hil­ki­ah Lo­well Ma­son, The Mo­dern Psalm­ist (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: John H. Wil­kins & Ri­chard B. Car­ter, 1839), page 61 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Bed­dome (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lowell Mason (1792–1872)


The Lord, how dread­ful is His wrath,
How ter­ri­ble His judg­ments are!
His an­ger shakes the guil­ty earth,
And spreads de­struct­ion and des­pair.

The light­nings fly quick round His throne,
And ven­geance sits up­on His brow;
All na­ture trem­bles at His frown,
The floods con­geal, the mount­ains flow.

None can re­sist His migh­ty pow­er,
And none esc­ape His pierc­ing eye;
Before him rag­ing flames de­vour,
At His re­buke blas­phem­ers die.

Rebels who scorn His mild­er voice,
At His loud thun­ders trem­bling stand;
Th’im­pe­tuous sea starts at the noise,
And hor­ror fills the neigh­bor­ing land.

Blessed then is he, for ev­er blessed,
Whose guilt is purged, whose soul is clear;
Nor anx­ious grief dis­turbs His breast,
Nor sin ex­cites tor­ment­ing fear.

Nature in wild dis­ord­er hurled,
He views, but hopes for joys to come;
Sits on the wrecks of rui­ned worlds,
And waits for wings to waft him home.