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.