Tremendous God With Humble Fear
Tremendous God, with humble fear,
Prostrate before Thy awful throne,
The irrevocable word we hear,
The sovereign righteous we own.
‘Tis fit we should to dust return
Since such the will of the Most High;
In sin conceived, to trouble born,
Born only to lament and die.
Submissive to Thy just decree,
We all shall soon from earth remove;
But when Thou sendest, Lord, for me,
O let the messenger be love!
Whisper Thy love into my heart,
Warn me of my approaching end;
And then I joyfully depart,
And then I to Thy arms ascend.