Oh that He would rend Heaven,
The earth shakes when he comes down;
Mountains become uneven,
As buildings crumble in town.
When fire kindles brushwood,
Fire makes the water boil;
The adversaries’ falsehood,
Stir from chaotic toil.
When He did the awesome things,
He came down as mountains quake;
As the flowing water brings,
The rivers for the trees’ sake.
From of old no one has heard,
By the ear or eye to see;
But to those who are prepared,
For Him to send a decree.
With joy, He works righteousness,
Remembers you in your way;
The times that you did trespass,
Confession from whence you stray.
We have all become unclean,
Polluted the righteous deeds;
Not the way we should have been,
The iniquity impedes.
For we all fade like a leaf,
That wind has driven away;
Causing us much disbelief,
Because we do disobey.
There is one who calls your name,
Who rouses to take a hold;
It is us that must proclaim,
You know that the prophets told.
For you have hidden your face,
Your sinning melts in His hand;
Confessions have brought His grace,
As He utters His command.
Copyright ©2023 Richard Newton Sherrer
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