Wesley Corpus

Indeed his Scottish troops soon began deserting. Thus, the English army, led by William, Duke of Cumberland and son of King George II, was able to rout the Jacobite forces in April 1746 at the battle of Culloden. This effectively ended the Jacobite threat. Charles celebrated this victory by writing yet further verses for the official day of thanksgiving see Thanksgiving Hymns (1746). Editions: Charles Wesley. "Hymns for Times of Trouble for the Year 1745." In John Charles Wesley. Hymns for Times of Trouble and Persecution, 49-69. 2nd edn. Bristol: Farley, 1745. 3rd London, 1756 (pp. 54-76). Table of Contents Hymns for Times of Trouble, for the Year 1745. III. Zephaniah 1:12, etc.; 2:1-2 V. For His Majesty King George VI. Isaiah 26:20-21 VII. A Prayer for a Minister X. The Second Chapter of Joel. Part 1 XI. The Second Chapter of Joel. Part 2 XII. The Second Chapter of Joel. Part 3 XIII. For His Majesty King George Page 49 Righteous sin-avenging God, To thee what shall we say? Dare we deprecate the rod, Or still for respite pray? Thou hast given our sinful land A longer, and a longer space, But we still thy love withstand, And mock thee to thy face. Thou in danger's darkest hour Didst on our side appear, Snatch us from the wasting power Of Rome and Satan near: Whom the winds and seas obey, Thou, Lord, thy mighty arm didst shew, Chace the alien hosts away, And stop th' invading foe. Page 50 Not our providence or sword Did us from ruin save, Our Deliverer is the Lord, Let him the glory have: But alas, we have not fear'd Thy power, or render'd thee thy due, Have not honour'd, or rever'd A God we never knew. Viler still, if that can be, We have been in thy sight, Scorn'd to give the praise to thee, And robb'd thee of thy right, Wrong'd thine interposing grace, Denied thy providential care, Harden'd as th' Egyptian race Thine utmost plague to dare. What can our destruction stop, Or now reverse our doom? God the just must give us up, And let the ruin come: Lo! He whets his glittering sword, His hand doth hold of judgment take, Rises the Almighty Lord A guilty land to shake!