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 oppressèd

    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 causèd 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！