Verse 1
A stupid nation doom’d
To feel th’ Almighty hand,
Before we all are quite consum’d,
O might we understand;
In agony of fear
Attend the threatning Rod,
And conscious of his judgments near
Prepare to meet our God!

Verse 2
God to chastise our sin
The airy bottles stays,
And thro’ a cloudless sky serene
Frowns on our guilty race:
Our sin has found us out:
The messenger is sent,
And by a long-continued drought
He calls us to repent.

Verse 3
Tis not th’ effect of chance,
If second Causes join,
War, famine, pestilence, t’ advance
Jehovah’s dread design:
Destruction’s baleful power
We his strange work confess;
O might we turn, that from this hour
The plague of sin may cease!

Verse 4
We from this moment vow
To put our sins away,
The rough east wind of judgments now,
Merciful Father, stay:
Our wasted earth renew
With blessings from above,
Our gasping souls with gracious dew
And showers of Jesus love.