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 the 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?
Who has caused this?
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 the 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
When sin claps his broad wings over the battle
And sails rejoicing the flood of death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire
And fiends of hell rejoice upon the slain
Who has caused this?
Who can stand?
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!
The kings of the land have done it!
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?
Who has caused this?
The kings and the Nobles of the land have done it
Hear it not, heaven, thy ministers have done it
The kings of the land have done it
