Wesley Corpus

Come, O thou common Lord, Thou universal King, In every soul restor'd Thy peaceful kingdom bring, The forces of the sea receive, And bid the heathen world believe. Hasten the promis'd hour Of monarchy divine, And exercise thy power Thro' endless ages thine, Again thine ancient Israel call, And change their hearts, and save them all. Not one of Adam's race Shall then unsav'd be found, But peace and righteousness Throughout the earth abound, The thrones shall to thy saints be given, And the new earth be turn'd to heaven. Hymn X. Can the disciples of our Lord With unconcern their country see Destroy'd by parricides abhorr'd, And not complain, O God, to thee? The little flock, the pious few, Whose number we aspire t' increase, When sinners reign, what can we do, But pray against their wickedness? Snatch'd from the flames by grace divine, We see the dire assassin-band Pursuing still their curst design, To spread confusion through the land, Page 17 In league with our inveterate foe, Indignant Britons to inthrall, And gainers by the public woe To triumph in their country's fall. The factious enemies to peace, The friends of Gaul, and tools of hell, They know, if wars and tumults cease, They must their due demerits feel; Their darkest works shall then appear, If laws revive and order reign And rulers, freed from servile fear, No longer bear the sword in vain. O might they, Lord, this moment rise, With courage firm inspir'd by thee, Nor suffer rebels to despise Their mild, irresolute lenity! Too mild, alas, for times like these, Which sterner discipline require, To stem the tide of wickedness, And pluck us from th' infernal fire. Strengthen their hands, Almighty Lord, Incline their hearts to seek thy face, That truth and righteousness restor'd May flourish as in ancient days, That all the pardoning God may know, Thy kingdom in their hearts receive, And serve thy blessed will below, And sav'd by grace for ever live! Hymn XI. Part the First. Lord of hosts, and God most high, Canst thou a nation bless, Who thy providence deny, And rob thee of thy praise, Page 18 Of their fleets and armies boast, For sure success and victory In themselves entirely trust, And never look to thee?