There is a God who rules above!
And man's the object of His love!
And Jesus, His beloved Son,
Hath bled, and died to make this known.
Though man his attributes deny,
And utter daring blasphemy,
He shall be conquer'd from above,
By Justice, Judgment, or by Love.
Though he be lusty now, and strong,
And bold in ribaldry and song,
A time will come when he must flit,
And to a stronger arm submit.
Then Death will disregard his groans,
And time will melt his giant bones,
If no contrition he shall feel,
His sins will sink him into hell.
While there he drinks the bitter cup,
The dust shall lick his marrow up;
His tongue within the grave shall rot,
While name and memory are forgot.
On that dread morn when all shall rise,
The righteous whom he did despise,
Shall over him dominion have,
And all the terrors of the grave.