Verse 1
Who shall presume t’ explore,
Or tell us all his mind,
If God let loose the adverse power,
The wicked hands unbind?
By man doth He chastize
In vengeful wrath his own?
Or bid the raging tempest rise,
To make his mercy known?
Verse 2
His love and righteousness
May they not both agree,
While God permits the world t’ oppress,
That all his power may see;
While the whole preaching croud
To different climes are driven,
And watred by the martyrs’ blood
The church grows up to heaven!