O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue
To drown the throat of war! 1 When the senses
Are shaken, and the sould is driven to madness,
Who can stand? When the sould of the oppressed
Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes form the
Throne of God, when the frowns of his countenance
Drive the nations together, who can stand?
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And friends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,
O who can stand? O who hath caused this?
O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings an dNobles of the Land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!
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