A Storm a coming

O Quake ye who most guilty are,
Who love and live in sin;
For God will suddenly break forth,
As usual hath not been.

But sing ye Saints, and joyfull be,
Christs Kingdom does draw near,
Do you leave all Iniquity,
And nothing do you fear.

The shaking times that are at hand,
Will bring Great Babel down:
And then will God save this our Land,
And Saints with Blessings Crown.

Therefore if ye in Christ are found
To every Duty led,
And have your Hearts sincere and sound,
Look up, lift up your head.

For your Redemption does draw near,
Gods praises sing therefore:
Unto his call do you adhere,
Then sing for evermore.