Wesley Corpus

Earthquake Hymns (1750) Pt II

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1750
Passage IDcw-duke-earthquake-hymns-1750-pt-ii-001
Words367
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Reign of God Christology Prevenient Grace
Page 5 Hymn II. Awake, ye guilty souls, awake, Nor sleep, till Tophet takes you in! The Lord of hosts is ris'n to shake The earth polluted with your sin. Enter into the Rock, and hide Your trembling spirits in the dust; Fly to the clifts, the riven side, And in a dying Saviour trust. Before the Lord's fierce anger come, Before he bring the vengeful day, And fix th' irrevocable doom, And earth's foundations melt away; Before its mouth it opens wide, And gasps to feel the final blow; Firmer support, ye worms, provide, Or sink into eternal woe. Hymn III. Father, and God of Abraham, hear, Who didst in faithful mercy send A kind celestial messenger, To save the brother of thy friend, While vengeance on the wicked came, Snatch'd as a brand out of the flame; Page 6 Hear us, who now for mercy call, Us, who in Abraham's footsteps go, Before thy lifted thunder fall, Before thy wrath our land o'erthrow, Like Sodom and Gomorrah make, And plunge us in the burning lake. With kind distinguishing regard Preserve the poor afflicted few, Who watch for all events prepar'd, With gushing eyes the wicked view, Vext with their deeds, while day by day, We weep our pensive lives away. Remember, Lord, the righteous man, And us, and ours, far off remove, Exempted from judicial pain, Conducted to the mount above, O let us to our Zoar fly, And find a place of refuge nigh. Thou never canst thy foes consume, Unless thou first secure thy friends, Thy friends retard th' impending doom, And lo! The judgment still impends, Till all who will, escape, and rest Close-shelter'd in their Saviour's breast. Page 7 Hymn IV. Ah! Whither would ye fly To skreen your guilty heads? Danger, and death is always nigh, Where'er a sinner treads: Impenitent, ye strive To 'scape with fruitless haste, Whom earth must swallow up alive, Or hell receive at last. Tremble, ye Christless crowd, Whom death and hell pursue, Strangers, and enemies to God, Alas! What will ye do? In vain ye change your place, If still unchang'd your mind, Or fly to distant climes, unless Ye leave your sins behind.