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
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
O who can stand
O who hath caused this
O 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
