Choir for 4 voices
Alto solo
Tenor solo
Bass solo
Trumpet
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

To ruin you an end of terror,
Ye blasphemous disdainers, brings.
Your store of sin is full in measure,
But your completely stubborn minds
Have him, your judge, now quite forgotten.

The Highest's kindness is from day to day renewed, (1.)
But ingrates always sin against such mercy.
Oh, what a desp'rate act of mischief
Which thee to thy destruction leads.
Ah! Is thy heart not to be touched?
That God's dear kindness may
To true repentance guide thee? (2.)
His faithful heart reveals itself
In countless works of grace appearing:
Now doth he build the lofty temples, (3.)
Now is the verdant pasture readied (4.)
On which the word's true manna falls
To give thee strength.
And yet, O wicked life of mortals,
Good deeds are spent on thee for nothing.

Extinguish with haste will the judge in his vengeance
The lamp of his word as his sentence in full. (5.)
Ye must then, O sinners for your own transgressions
The outrage on your sacred places now suffer,
Ye make of the temples a house full of death. (6.)


Yet God's observant eye regards us as his chosen: (7.)
And though no man the hostile host may number,
The hero shields us yet in Israel,
His arm restrains the foe's attack
And helps us stand;
In peril is his word's great strength
Just that much more perceived and manifest.

Lead us with thine own righteous hand
And bless our city and our land,
Give us alway thy holy word,
Protect from Satan's craft and death;
And send a blessed hour of peace,
That we forever be with thee!

1 Thessalonians 4: 13-18

Matthew 24: 15-28