Tremble, ye fa­mi­lies pro­fane,
Where the great God is not ad­ored,
Who take the name of Christ in vain,
But do not in­vo­cate your Lord;
Regardless of His smile or frown,
Ye pull His hea­vi­est judg­ments down.

Before the threat­ened curse takes place,
And sweeps your pra­yer­less souls to hell,
Daily unite t’im­plore His grace,
Invite Him in your tents to dwell,
Let ev­ery house His wor­ship show,
And ev­ery heart His pre­sence know.