See the countless millions stand;
Dread, dismay, and sore vexation,
Seize the helpless, hopeless band;
Baleful thunders,
Stop and hear Jehovah’s voice!
“Go from me,” He saith, “ye cursed—
Ye for whom I bled in vain—
Ye who have my grace refused—
Hasten to eternal pain!”
How victorious