1 God, to whom revenge belongs, Proclaim thy truth aloud Let Sovereign Power redress our wrongs, Let justice smite the proud.
2 They say, "The Lord nor sees nor hears;" When will the fools be wise! Can he be deaf who form'd their ears? Or blind, who made their eyes?
3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain, And they shall feel his power; His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain In some surprising hour.
4 But if thy saints deserve rebuke, Thou hast a gentler rod; Thy providences and thy book Shall make them know their God.
5 Blest is the man thy hands chastise, And to his duty draw; Thy scourges make thy children wise When they forget thy law.
6 But God will ne'er cast off his saints, Nor his own promise break; He pardons his inheritance For their Redeemer's sake.