ARM of the Lord, awake, awake! The terrors of the Lord display; Out of their...

ARM of the Lord, awake, awake! The terrors of the Lord display; Out of their sins the nations shake, Tear their vain confidence away; Conclude them all in unbelief, And fill their hearts with sacred grief.

Of judgment now the world convince, The end of Jesu's coming show; To sentence their usurping prince, Him and his works destroy below; To finish and abolish sin, And bring the heavenly nature in.

Then the whole earth again shall rest, And see its paradise restored; Then every soul, in Jesus blest, Shall bear the image of its Lord, In finished holiness renewed, Immeasurably filled with God.