Just as America desires the land
Without the ruling of My Hand
Surely they will live to see
That hand of evil from sea to sea.
They will quiver and shake
And it will make my heart break
To watch the turmoil and dissent
But they are destruction bent.

Repent! Repent! Repent!

Turn to me now with all your heart
And my children do not depart.
I am calling you my nation dear
To turn to me and you will hear
The warnings of where to go
And when I will let you know.

You decide which way is best.

Do not put me to the test.

Or surely will have no rest.

So you decide which way is best.