Hymnal: The Christian Hymn Book
Date: 1865
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: Central Book Concern
First Line: O may the pow'r which melts the rock
Topic: Times and Seasons/Fasts
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: LM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 1256
Page Number: 752, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO may the pow'r which melts the rock
Be felt by all assembled here!
Or else our service will but mock
The God whom we profess to fear.
Lord, while thy judgments shake the land,
Thy people's eyes are fix'd on thee!
We own thy just, uplifted hand,
Which thousands can not, will not see.
How long hast thou bestow'd thy care
On this indulg'd, ungrateful spot;
While other nations far and near,
Have envied and admir'd our lot.
Here peace and liberty have dwelt,
The glorious gospel brightly shone;
And oft our enemies have felt
That God has made our cause his own.
But ah! both heav'n and earth have heard
Our vile requital of his love!
We, whom like children he has rear'd,
Against his goodness rebels prove.
His grace despis'd, his pow'r defied,
And legions of the blackest crimes,
Profaneness, riot, lust and pride,
Are signs that mark the present times.
The Lord, displeas'd, hath rais'd his rod;
Ah, where are now the faithful few
Who tremble for the ark of God,
And know what Israel ought to do?
Lord, hear thy people ev'ry where,
Who meet to mourn, confess and pray;
The nation and thy churches spare,
And let thy wrath be turn'd away.