Oh, 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
Throne of God, when the frowns of his countenance
Drive the nations together, who can stand ?
When sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And fiends of hell rejoice upon the slain,
Oh, who can stand? Oh, who hath caused this ?
Oh, who can answer at the throne of God ?
The kings and nobles of the land have done it !
Hear it not, Heaven, thy ministers have done it !
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