Thanksgiving Hymns (1759)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1759 |
| Passage ID | cw-duke-thanksgiving-hymns-1759-006 |
| Words | 380 |
| Source | https://divinity.duke.edu/initiatives/wesleyan-methodist/... |
Now, O Christ, thy right assert, Enter every human heart, Fulness of the Spirit give, King of saints for ever live! Page 25 Hymn X. Be still ye isles, and wait your doom! Jehovah from his place is come; He whets his glittering sword; His hand doth hold of judgment take: Let all the guilty nations quake Before our angry Lord. He calls his own to see him rise, To mark the vengeance of the skies Dispread thro' earth abroad; Countries laid waste, and conquer'd powers, Cities o'erturn'd, and falling towers, And fields and seas of blood. Where shall this dreadful havock end? What doth the righteous God intend? Beneath his hand we bow, And trembling in the balance cry Will justice pass our nation by, Or must he visit now? Cover'd and blind is every seer; Nor doth the purpos'd thing appear To one of Abraham's race: We hear the thunder of thy power; But who shall all thy mind explore, But who shall see thy face? Darkness and clouds surround thy throne, And wrap the hidden God unknown In awful majesty: Unless thou dost the secret tell, Nor man, nor angel can reveal, Or fathom thy decree. Yet if thou hast not fix'd our doom, Before the swift destruction come, Page 26 And sweep thy foes away, That mercy may incline the scale, And wrestling faith at last prevail, Vouchsafe us power to pray. Stir up the praying seed to stand Protectors of a guilty land, And arm'd in its defence With Jesus' name, and mind and blood, Which stays the outstretch'd arm of God, And binds omnipotence. The spirit that in Moses pray'd, O might it flow from Christ our head, And in the members cry "Father, we all thy will receive; But let us to thy glory live, Or to thy glory die!" Hymn XI. See Lord a nation at thy feet! Do with us now as seems thee meet, Preserve alive, or slay: Whate'er we may tomorrow feel, Spar'd hitherto, thy grace we tell, We sing thy love to day. Thy love hath our protection been; Thy love, and not the sea between, Forbad our foes to pass: Our watry walls had nought avail'd, Our wooden walls themselves had fail'd, Without our WALL OF BRASS.