Wesley Corpus

Call on your reprobating god, To him, ye priests of Molock, cry, "Didst thou for all pour out thy blood? Didst thou not half the world pass by? The most hast thou not doom'd to hell? Is grace for every sinner free? Hear, Molock, hear; set to thy seal. Confirm thy HORRIBLE DECREE!" 16Omitted from 2nd edn. (1756) and following; but reprinted in Arminian Magazine 1 (1778): Page 35 Where is the answer to your prayer? (Aloud, ye priests of Molock, cry) The voice, the seal, the witness where? What, doth your god his own pass by? Perhaps he hunts his routed foe, Who preaches grace is free for all: Perhaps he talks with fiends below; Or sleeps, and needs a louder call. No answer yet? What, no reply? After your manner seek your god; Your rage, your knives and lancets try, (He much delights in human blood) By furious wrath your spirits wound, Exert your mad satanic zeal, Start up, and with a frantic bound Awaken all your inbred hell. Come near, ye people of my Lord, With me the common Saviour share, Come near, and let the gospel-word The altar of your hearts repair, By sin and Satan broken down, That altar now in ruins lies, But God his glorious cause shall own, And bare his arm in all your eyes. There let the untam'd bullock lay, A whole burnt-offering to the Lord, His Spirit shall th' old Adam slay, And hew in pieces by the word. Now let the fewel be apply'd: Streams of ungodliness pour in, O'erwhelm it with corruption's tide, Fill all your hearts and lives with sin. 'Tis done: your hearts with sin o'erflow, This is the hour of sacrifice: Lo! To the living God I go, The living God of earth and skies. Page 36 O thou Almighty Lord and God, By Abraham, and his sons confest, Shed in our hearts thy love abroad, And answer by the fiery test. To thee I make my bold appeal, Let it be known in this our day, That thou art God in Israel, And I am sent to teach thy way: A faithful servant of my Lord, That I thy gospel truths proclaim, That I have publish'd at thy word The UNIVERSAL SAVIOUR'S name.