Wesley Corpus

Great God of all-victorious grace, Assist us worthily to praise Thy glorious majesty: Sav'd from the peril of the sword, We fain would magnify the Lord, And make our boast of thee. Upheld by thine almighty hand, Conquerors on every side, we stand, And see our foes cast down, Author of all our God we bless, Our whole miraculous success Ascribe to God alone. Thy single arm the victories gave,2 And shew'd, thou art not bound to save By many or by few: Number and strength of hosts is vain; Weakness itself, if thou ordain, Shall earth and hell subdue. Worship, and power to God belongs! Saviour, let our triumphal songs 2Ori., "give"; a misprint. Page 14 Thine only praise record: Some in their fleets and armies trust, But we of God will make our boast, And glory in the Lord. Wide as our conquering arms extend, Throughout the earth the news we send, The joyous news proclaim, Tell it to all the nations round SALVATION on our side is found, And Jesus is his name! Jesus hath sav'd our souls from death! Let all who by thy mercy breathe, Thy mercy taste and see! Claim, Lord, and take the purchas'd race, And let the world, redeem'd by grace Rejoice to God in thee. Hymn II. But ah! What means this frantick noise! Do these, good God, to thee rejoice, Whose ecchoing shouts we hear! A beastly Bacchanalian crowd! Whose oaths prophane, and curses loud Torment the sober ear! With foul and riotous excess, With surfeiting and drunkenness They magnify thy name, With vauntings proud, and impious jest, (The horrors of Belshazzar's feast) They glory in their shame. The rich to thy dread courts repair, And offering up their formal prayer Page 15 As incense to the skies, With SPORTS they close the hallow'd day, Their promis'd vows to Satan pay, An hellish sacrifice! But do ye thus the Lord requite, (While Britain's host goes forth to fight,) Or thus his help engage! Ah! Foolish souls, who still declare Your hatred against God, and war With your defender wage! Ye rob Britannia of her shield, Jehovah, by your thanks compel'd To join the vanquish'd side: Ye force him to exalt the foe, To lay our lofty nation low, And scourge us for our pride.