1 Tremble, ye families profane,
Where the great God is not adored,
Who take the name of Christ in vain,
But do not invocate your Lord;
Regardless of His smile or frown,
Ye pull His heaviest judgments down.
2 Before the threatened curse takes place,
And sweeps your prayerless souls to hell,
Daily unite t’implore His grace,
Invite Him in your tents to dwell,
Let every house His worship show,
And every heart His presence know.