XIVb. The Folly of Persecutors

1 Are sinners now so senseless grown,
That they the saints devour?
And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful pow'r?

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.

Text Information
First Line: Are sinners now so senseless grown
Title: The Folly of Persecutors
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1780
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