[Hymns] Now they feel His fiery rod,
Striking terrors through their soul.
Wrung with agony, they fall
To the dust, and, gazing round,
Call for help;--in vain they call;
Help, nor hope, nor friend are found.
Then unto the Lord they cry;
He inclines a gracious ear,
Sends de...
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[Hymns] Now they feel His fiery rod,
Striking terrors through their soul.
Wrung with agony, they fall
To the dust, and, gazing round,
Call for help;--in vain they call;
Help, nor hope, nor friend are found.
Then unto the Lord they cry;
He inclines a gracious ear,
Sends deliverance from on high,
Rescues them from all their fear.
He restores their forfeit breath,
Breaks in twain the gates of brass;
From the bands and grasp of death,
Forth to liberty they pass.
O that men would praise the Lord,
For his goodness to their race,
For the wonders of His word,
And the riches of His grace!
part III. From Malignant Disease.
Sinners, for transgression, see
Sharp disease their youth consume,
And their beauty, like a tree,
Withering on an early tomb.
Food is loathsome to their taste,
And the eye revolts from light;
All their joys to ruin haste,
As the sunset into night.
Then unto the Lord they cry;
He inclines a gracious ear,
Sends deliverance from on high,
Rescues them from all their fear.
He with health renews their frame,
Lengthens out their number'd days,
Let them glorify His name
With the sacrifice of praise.
O that men would praise the Lord,
For his goodness to their race,
For the wonders of His word,
And the riches of His grace!
part IV. Perils on the Deep.
They that toil upon the deep,
And, in vessels light and frail,
O'er the mighty waters sweep,
With the billow and the gale,--
Mark what wonders God performs,
When He speaks, and, unconfined,
Rush to battle all His storms,
In the chariots of the wind.
Up to heaven their bark is whirl'd