Brimstoner
I came down
Just to see
If its true
What was told me
Shall I hide
What I intend to do?
You my friend must
Witness this horror too
Far be it from you Lord
Far be it from you Lord
May there be ten righteous souls
For you are the Brimstoner
You showed no hospitality
You chose a life of buggery
I can't erase from my view
Your sin, rotten, through and through
You are the Brimstoner
You are the Widower-Maker
She looked back and turned to salt
For you are the Brimstoner
Mine eyes
Mine eyes
Mine eyes
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored
He hath loosed His fateful lightning
Of his terrible swift sword
His truth
His truth
His truth is marching on
He has sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before his judgment seat
O be swift, my soul, to answer him
Be jubilant, my feet
Our God
Our God
Our God is marching on
He is coming like the glory
Of the morning on the wave
He is wisdom to the mighty
He is honor to the brave
So the world shall be His footstool
And the soul of time His slave
Our God
Our God
Our God is marching on
You are the Sin-Destroyer
You are the Faggot Lighter
And we thought this God was dead
But you are the Brimstoner
I am the Justifier
I am the Life-Granter
And I dwell in blinding light
I am the Brimstoner
Just to see
If its true
What was told me
Shall I hide
What I intend to do?
You my friend must
Witness this horror too
Far be it from you Lord
Far be it from you Lord
May there be ten righteous souls
For you are the Brimstoner
You showed no hospitality
You chose a life of buggery
I can't erase from my view
Your sin, rotten, through and through
You are the Brimstoner
You are the Widower-Maker
She looked back and turned to salt
For you are the Brimstoner
Mine eyes
Mine eyes
Mine eyes
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored
He hath loosed His fateful lightning
Of his terrible swift sword
His truth
His truth
His truth is marching on
He has sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before his judgment seat
O be swift, my soul, to answer him
Be jubilant, my feet
Our God
Our God
Our God is marching on
He is coming like the glory
Of the morning on the wave
He is wisdom to the mighty
He is honor to the brave
So the world shall be His footstool
And the soul of time His slave
Our God
Our God
Our God is marching on
You are the Sin-Destroyer
You are the Faggot Lighter
And we thought this God was dead
But you are the Brimstoner
I am the Justifier
I am the Life-Granter
And I dwell in blinding light
I am the Brimstoner
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Writer(s): Julia Howe
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