1 Are Sinners now so senseless grown
That they the Saints devour?
And never worship at thy Throne,
Nor fear thine awful Power?

2 Great GOD. appear to their Surprize,
Reveal thy dreadful Name;
Let them no more thy Wrath despise,
Nor turn our Hope to Shame.

3 Dost thou not dwell among the Just,
And yet our Foes deride,
That we should make thy Name our Trust;
Great GOD, confound their Pride.

4 O that the joyful Day were come
To finish our Distress!
When GOD shall bring his Children home,
Our Songs shall never cease.