Wesley Corpus

Psalms (1743)

AuthorCharles Wesley
Typehymn-collection
Year1743
Passage IDcw-duke-psalms-1743-009
Words385
Sourcehttps://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/...
Catholic Spirit Universal Redemption Christology
Her boughs she stretch'd from sea to sea, And reach'd to frozen Scotia's shore, (They once rever'd the hierarchy, And bless'd the mitre's sacred power.) Why then hast thou abhor'd thine own, And cast thy pleasant plant away; Broke down her hedge, her fence o'erthrown, And left her to the beasts of prey? All that go by pluck off her grapes, Our Sion of her children spoil, And error in ten thousand shapes Would every gracious soul beguile. The boar out of the German wood Tears up her roots with baleful power; The lyon roaring for his food, And all the forest beasts devour. Deists, and sectaries agree, And Calvin and Socinus join To spoil the apostolic tree, And root and branch destroy the vine.20 Turn thee again, O Lord our God, Look down with pity from above, O lay aside thy vengeful rod, And visit us in pard'ning love. The vineyard which thine own right hand Hath planted in these nations see; The branch that rose at thy command, And yielded gracious fruit to thee: 'Tis now cut down, and burnt with fire. Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, Visit thy foes in righteous ire, Vengeance on all thy haters take. Look on them with thy flaming eyes, The sin-consuming virtue dart; And bid our fallen church arise, And make us after thy own heart. Page 17 To us our nursing-fathers raise, Thy grace be on the great bestow'd, And let the king shew forth thy praise, And rise to build the house of God. Thou hast ordain'd the powers that be: Strengthen thy delegate below; He bears the rule deriv'd from thee, O let him all thine image shew. Support him with thy guardian hand, Thy royal grace be seen in him, King of a re-converted land, In goodness as in power supreme. So will we not from thee go back, If thou our ruin'd church restore, No, never more will we forsake, No, never will we grieve thee more. Revive, O God of power, revive Thy work in our degenerate days, O let us by thy mercy live, And all our lives shall speak thy praise. Turn us again, O Lord, and shew The brightness of thy lovely face, So shall we all be saints below, And sav'd, and perfected in grace.