Wesley Corpus

Who would not fear the Lord, Glorious in majesty! His justice stern hath drawn the sword; To his compassion flee: Vengeance he comes to take, He comes his wrath to shew; He rises terribly to shake The drowsy world below. See how his meteors glare! (The tokens understand) Famine, and pestilence, and war Hang o'er the guilty land! Signs in the heavens see, And hear the speaking rod; Sinner, the judgment points to thee, Prepare to meet thy God! Terrible God! And true, Thy justice we confess, Thy sorest plagues are all our due, We own our wickedness, Worthy of death and hell, Thee in thy judgments meet: But lo! We to thy grace appeal, And crowd thy mercy-seat. Jesus, to thee we fly From the devouring sword! Our city of defence is nigh,6 Our help is in the Lord, Or if the scourge o'erflow, And laugh at innocence, Thine everlasting arms, we know, Shall be our soul's defence. 6Ori., "high"; corrected in 2nd edn. (1745). Page 12 We in thy word believe, And in thy promise stay: Our life, which still to thee we give, Shall be to us a prey: Our life with thee we hide Above the furious blast, And shelter'd in thy wounds abide, Till all the storm is past. Believing against hope, We hang upon thy grace, Thro' every low'ring cloud look up, And wait for happy days; The days when all shall know Their sins in Christ forgiven, And walk a while with God below, And then fly up to heaven. The dreadful day is come To fix a nation's doom! Who, when God doth this, shall live, Stand before a righteous God, 'Gainst the world and Satan strive, Strive resisting unto blood! Well may our nature fear The fiery trial near: Who shall first his Lord betray? Who his Master shall deny? Which of us shall fall away? Is it, Saviour, is it I? I shall, I surely shall, Without thy succour, fall: Left, one moment left alone, I shall make my ruin sure, Shamefully my God disown, Thee, and all thy saints abjure. But, Lord, I trust in thee, Thou wilt not go from me; Page 13 Thee thy pity shall constrain Still with me, ev'n me, t' abide; Me, the weakest child of man, Me for whom thy pity died.