1 Who shall against the Lord prevail?
Or who presume to say,
"That righteous law, which God proclaims,
I dare to disobey?"

2 Ten thousand actions ev'ry where
The impious language speak:
Yet pow'r omnipotent stands by,
Nor do its thunders break.

3 But O! the dreadful day draws near,
When God's avenging hand
Shall shew, if feeble mortals' breath,
Or God's own word shall stand.

4 My soul, with rev'rence prostrate fall,
Before the voice divine;
And all thine int'rest and thy pow'rs
To his command resign.

5 Let the vain of sons of Belial boast,
Their tongues and thoughts are free:
My noblest liberty I own,
When subject most to thee.