Wesley Corpus

Thou Lord, alone, hast laid them low, In pieces dash'd th' invading foe, Thy breath which did their fury raise Hath quench'd, at once, the sudden blaze, Destroy'd the weapons of thine ire, And cast the rods into the fire. O that we all might see the hand Which still protects a guilty land; Glory and strength ascribe to thee Who giv'st to kings the victory; And yield, while yet thy Spirit strives, And thank thee with our hearts and lives. O that we might to God rejoice, And tremble at thy mercy's voice: Nor fondly dream the danger past, While yet our own rebellions last! O that our wars with heav'n might cease, And all receive the Prince of Peace! Or if, before the scourge return, The thankless croud disdains to mourn, Yet, Lord, with reverential joy, We vow for thee our all t' employ, And bless thee for the kind reprieve, And to our Saviour's glory live! Long as thou lengthnest out our days, We live to testify thy grace, Secure beneath thy mercy's wings, We triumph in the King of kings, The giver of success proclaim, And shout our thanks in Jesus' name. Hymn II. Thanks be to God, the God of power, Who shelter'd us in danger's hour, The God of truth, who heard the prayer, Let all his faithfulness declare, Who sent us succours from above, Let all adore the God of love. Page 5 God sitting on his holy seat Compels the heathen to submit, The grashoppers of earth he sees, And mocks their prosp'rous wickedness, Frustrates their counsels with a frown, And turns their Babels upside down. His eye observ'd the dark design, To blast our rightful monarch's line, The scheme in Satan's conclave laid, Improv'd by Rome's unerring head, To gaul us with their yoke abhor'd, And plant their faith with fire and sword. He saw the serpent's egg break forth, The cloud arising in the north, He let the slighted mischief spread, And hang in thunder o'er our head; And while we scorn'd our abject foes, The drop into a torrent rose. Lur'd by the grateful scent of blood, The vulturs hasten'd to their food, The aliens urg'd their rapid way, Resolv'd to die, or win the day; Madly resolv'd their doom to brave, And gain a kingdom or a grave.