Lullaby

Oh, 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 in the troubled 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?

When sin claps his broad wings over the battle

And sails rejoicing in the flood of death

When souls are torn to everlasting fire

And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain

Oh, who can stand?

Oh, who hath caused this?

Oh, 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