The Lord of Hosts, His standard raised,
Arises in His holy rage,
To judge all peoples’ wicked ways,
To all ungodliness in-cage,
Condemn the vices of each age,
And vindicate His righteousness.
His myriads of angel hosts,
And rank on rank celestial band,
With Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Will weigh the ways of every man,
As one pronounce him right or damned,
And when He speaks they praise and bless.
If you would stand against that day,
Accept the truth in scriptures shown,
Reject what skeptic scoffers say,
And trust the Word of God alone,
To turn to flesh your heart of stone,
The ones who follow God are blessed.
The murmurers against His will,
And malcontents of Jesus’ ways,
Who seek but for their lusts to fill,
And over-staters in self-praise,
With those who always favorites play,
These all shall perish in distress.
Yet those contented but in Christ,
Who only speak in praise of Him,
Who do the deeds God’s will comprised,
Humility before all men,
Impartial in all judgments then,
Before the Father He’ll confess.
You call this supper of the Lord?
This drunkenness and hunger?
Do you not see His wrath out-poured,
The plague you suffer under?
Repent that He may give reward,
And discipline no longer.
Express the unity of Christ,
As part of His own body.
Do not divide by deeds of life,
Those poor and those with money.
And do not split – doctrinal strife,
But factions show the phony.
With all humility draw nigh,
And by no works accepted,
He interposed and dared to die,
And for us was rejected.
Proclaim, in this, the Crucified,
All level, none neglected.
And with thanksgiving, praises made,
With gratitude our eating.
At wonder at the price He paid,
And worship at His bleeding.
The very night He was betrayed,
With His own body feeding.
No sin is ever then too great.
You never will be worthy!
But Christ was worthy in your place,
Why chose You to restore me?
There is no answer I can make,
All praises be before Thee!
Gird yourselves as slaves,
Bravely take the plunge,
Humility of mind,
To each and everyone.
For God His host arraying,
Is ever pride dismaying.
Surrender to His grace,
Placing Him as first,
Humble to His hand,
That soon the Lord’s Anointed,
Exalts you when appointed.
In every thing give thanks,
Banking on this word:
This is the will of God,
His mighty hand concurred.
His hand is always guiding,
All those in Him abiding.
If you would mighty be,
Fleeing first you fall,
Till nothing you achieve,
Before He gives you all.
Like David, Job, and Jesus,
Humility must seize us.
Cast on Him your cares:
Tares will be removed,
Anxiety be damned!
Sin, criminally proved.
You’re less concerned and worse than,
Your God cares for your person.
God knows all your hairs,
Caring for your tears,
Measured all your tossing,
Written clean and clear.
Will you be humble wholly,
Since God cares for you fully?