Remembering That God Is Just
Oh righteous God! whose awful frown
Can crumble nations to the dust,
Trembling we stand before thy throne,
When we reflect that thou art just.
Dost thou not see the dreadful wrong,
Which Afric’s injured race sustains?
And wilt thou not arise ere long,
To plead their cause, and break their chains?
Must not thine anger quickly rise
Against the men whom lust controls,
Who dare thy righteous laws despise
And traffic in the blood of souls?