O
for a voice like thunder, and a tongue to drown
the throat of war!
When the senses are shaken, and the soul is
driven to madness,
who can stand
When
the souls of the oppressed fight in the troubled
air that rages,
who can stand?
When
the whirlwind of fury comes from the the throne
of God, when
the frowns of his contenance drive the nations together,
who can stand?
When
Sin claps his broad wings over the battle, and
sails rejoicing in the flood of Death; and fiends
of Hell rejoice upon the slain.
O who can stand?
O
who hath caused this? O who can answer
at the throne of God? The Kings and the
Nobles of the Land have done it! Hear it
not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!
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