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.
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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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