Wesley Corpus

Furiously the heathen rag'd Against his church below, Kingdoms all their power engag'd Jerusalem t' o'erthrow; Earth from her foundation stirr'd, Yawn'd to swallow up her prey, Jesus spoke, she own'd his word, And quak'd, and fled away. For his people in distress The God of Jacob stands, Keeps us, 'till our troubles cease, In his almighty hands: He for us his power hath shewn, He doth still our refuge prove; Loves the Lord of hosts his own, And shall for ever love. Come, behold the Almighty Lord In robes of vengeance clad; By the desolating sword What havock hath he made! He hath sent his armies forth, States and kingdoms to o'erthrow, March'd in anger thro' the earth, And ravag'd all below. Lo! Again in tender love He bids their discords cease, Calms their spirit from above, And melts them into peace; Breaks the bow and burns the car, Instruments of fatal ill, Quells the horrid din of war, And bids the world be still. Page 12 Sons of men, be still, and know That I am God alone, I my saving power will shew, And make my goodness known; All shall with my will comply, Fear the name to sinners given, Bow before the Lord most high, The Lord of earth and heaven. For his people in distress The God of Jacob stands, Bears us, 'till our troubles cease, In his almighty hands: He for us his power hath shewn, He doth still our refuge prove, Loves the Lord of hosts his own, And shall for ever love.