Verse 1
Thus saith the Lord, th’ Almighty Lord,
To those that wait the joyful hour,
Abide, my people, in my word,
Nor tremble at th’ Assyrian’s power.

Verse 2
Th’ oppressive foe that dwells within
Shall smite thee with an iron rod,
Lift up his staff of inbred sin,
And force thy soul to groan for God.

Verse 3
Like as in Egypt’s evil day,
When Pharaoh would not let thee go,
The fiend shall hold thee fast, and say
“There’s no perfection here below.[”]

Verse 4
Yet will I all my word fulfil,
I will as in a moment’s space
The doom of sin, and Satan seal,
And all their last remains erase.

Verse 5
My love shall all your foes controul,
Destroy their being with their power,
The poor, backsliding fearful soul
Shall fear, and fall, and sin no more.

Verse 6
The anger shall not always last,
Ye soon shall gain the perfect peace,
The judgment then is all o’erpast,
And wrath, and sin for ever cease.

Verse 7
The sin mine anger shall destroy;
The sinner, whom my mercies spare,
Shall sing the song of endless joy,
And fruit unto perfection bear.

Verse 8
Sinners, for full redemption hope,
Believe, ye prisoners of the Lord,
A scourge he shall for sin stir up,
And slay him with his two-edg’d sword.

Verse 9
The Lord of hosts his rod shall raise,
His rod that smote th’ Egyptian sea,
Revive the work of antient days,
And set his captive people free.

Verse 10
The inbred sin in that great day
The load shall from thy soul depart,
The yoke shall all be borne away,
The sinner shall be pure in heart.

Verse 11
Sin shall no more in thee have place,
Freed by the unction from above,
The unction of thy Saviour’s grace,
The unction of his perfect love.