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 oppressd
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 countenance1
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 everlasting2 fire，
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain3，
O who can stand？ O who hath causd this？
O 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！