The Father

Lo here's a Sinner on the Brink Of what engulfs Rejected Souls And will for ever therein sink Unless my power his course Controuls.

But I am GOD, and all shall know, TO Save from Hell, belongs to Me, I Ransome from the Pit below, And from Destruction I set Free.

I'll Bow the Heavens and go down; I'll Touch the Hills and they shall Smoke, In Wrath I'll on his Haters Frown, And from his Neck I'll break their Yoke.