O Holy Fa­ther, righteous God!
Our souls are filled with fear;
Thy punishments, Thy scourge and rod,
Have now approachèd near.

Distressèd and alarmed we stand,
To see our awful state;
Thy judgments on our guilty land,
Are what we must await.

Thy punishments are very just,
O Lord, we must confess;
We should be humbled to the dust,
Who have abused Thy grace.

How long have we abused Thy Word,
And run the sinful course;
Well we deserve to feel the sword
With all its weight and force.

In many ways have we been warned
To turn from these our ways;
But all Thy mercies we have spurned,
And slighted all Thy grace.

But O, the time is come at last,
When we must feel the shock;
God’s righteous sentence now is passed,
And justice strikes the stroke.

O, whither can such creatures flee?
Such as we are indeed!
But unto Thee, O Lord! to Thee
Whose promises we plead.