1 In vain the Savior’s mightiest foes
Conspire His kingdom to oppose,
Crushed like the potter’s brittle store,
And scattered, to unite no more.

2 Sinners! awake: ye fools! be wise;
From sin’s delusive dreams arise;
Behold your Savior, seek His face,
And kiss the scepter of His grace.

3 O, lest ye perish from the way
That leads to realms of endless day;
Lest fierce the threatening storm descend,
And on your heads its fury spend.

4 If, yet but kindly in His breast,
His wrath the guilty soul arrest,
How blest are they who serve the Lord,
Who hear His voice, and trust His Word!