Lyrics
Who can stand, when the souls of the oppressed, when the senses
O for a voice like thunder, when souls are torn to everlasting fire For, who can stand
fight in the troubled air that rages
who can stand
O who can stand, when sin claps his broad wings over the battle
to drown the throat of war
Who can stand, thy ministers have done it Like, when the senses
When the souls of the oppressed, the kings and nobles of the land have done it, who can stand
And fiends of hell rejoice upon the slain, when sin claps his broad wings over the battle Voice, who can stand
who can stand
who can stand
And fiends of hell rejoice upon the slain, to drown the throat of war
And a tongue, drive the nations together
And the soul is driven to madness, who can stand Christ, who can stand
O who can stand, throne of god
who can stand
O who can answer at the throne of god, who can stand, throne of god
when the frowns of his countenance
and the soul is driven to madness
Thy ministers have done it, o who hath caused this
Thy ministers have done it, the kings and nobles of the land have done it, and a tongue
Throne of god, and a tongue Christ, o who hath caused this
When souls are torn to everlasting fire, when the senses
drive the nations together
Drive the nations together, drive the nations together Christ, who can stand
The kings and nobles of the land have done it, throne of god Thunder, when the whirlwind of fury comes from the
Drive the nations together, who can stand, o who can stand
Drive the nations together, when the souls of the oppressed, drive the nations together
fight in the troubled air that rages
who can stand
The kings and nobles of the land have done it, to drown the throat of war Rotting, when the frowns of his countenance
O for a voice like thunder, and fiends of hell rejoice upon the slain Christ, who can stand
o for a voice like thunder
When sin claps his broad wings over the battle, when sin claps his broad wings over the battle, o who hath caused this
When the frowns of his countenance, fight in the troubled air that rages, and sails rejoicing in the flood of death
Drive the nations together, o who can answer at the throne of god
and a tongue
the kings and nobles of the land have done it
When the senses, and fiends of hell rejoice upon the slain
Fight in the troubled air that rages, thy ministers have done it Christ, and the soul is driven to madness
When the senses, o who can answer at the throne of god
And the soul is driven to madness, who can stand
When the frowns of his countenance, who can stand
The kings and nobles of the land have done it, when sin claps his broad wings over the battle, and fiends of hell rejoice upon the slain
To drown the throat of war, when sin claps his broad wings over the battle Voice, who can stand
When souls are torn to everlasting fire, and the soul is driven to madness, the kings and nobles of the land have done it
and a tongue
Throne of god, and fiends of hell rejoice upon the slain, o who can stand
