1 Are sinners now so senseless grown That they thy saints devour? And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful power?
2 Great God appear to their surprise, Reveal thy dreadful name; Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hope to shame.
3 Dost thou not dwell among the just? And yet our foes deride, That we should make thy name our trust; Great God, confound their pride.
4 O that the joyful day were come To finish our distress! When God shall bring his children home, Our songs shall never cease.