Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth,|
Calls the south nations and awakes the north;
From east to west the sounding orders spread,
Through distant worlds and regions of the dead:
No more shall atheists mock his long delay;
His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day!
2. Behold, the Judge descends, his guards are nigh;
3. Behold, my cov'nant stands for ever good,
4. I, their Almighty Savior and their God,
5. Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain|
Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain
Without the flames of love; in vain the store
Of brutal off'rings that were mine before;
Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed,
Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed.
6. If I were hungry, would I ask thee food?
7. Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please
8. Silent I waited with long-suff'ring love,
9. Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise;|
Awake before this dreadful morning rise;
Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend,
Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend
Lest, like a lion, his last vengeance tear
Your trembling souls, and no deliv'rer near.
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