Wesley Corpus

The leopard fierce, who watches o'er Our cities, on the adverse shore Thy secret will detains: Howe'er impatient to get free, Till suffered by a beck from thee, He cannot burst his chains. Page 27 But if, to scourge our nation's sin, The foe should as a flood come in, Or a devouring flame, We'll praise our God, repriev'd so long, Sing in the fires a gospel-song, And shout Immanuel's name. That Spirit of faith and power divine Shall then lift up the Christian sign Against our enemy; And, O! Might all the aliens prove The virtue of thy dying love, And yield themselves to thee!. Saviour, desire of all mankind, Come, and the antient dragon bind, Command these wars to cease; Let every soul thy kingdom prove, In holy joy, and perfect love, And everlasting peace. Hymn XII. The Song of Moses,8 Sung by Great Britain and Ireland, for the Victory Given Them over the French Fleet, Nov. the 20th, 1759. Sing to the Lord, for he alone Gave us the victory! He hath our threatning foes o'erthrown, And cast into the sea. Worship and strength to him belong, And praise is all his due: The Lord is our triumphal song, And our salvation too. To him we will our trophies raise, And chaunt his matchless powers: Our fathers's God, exalt his praise, Our fathers' God is ours! 8See Exodus 15:1-18. Page 28 Prepare his place with humble zeal, Who takes his people's part; The Lord eternally shall dwell In every faithful heart. The Lord, he is a man of war, In every age the same; Let Britain sav'd with shouts declare The great Jehovah's name: Jehovah on our foes did frown Amidst their furious boast, And cast their chosen captains down, And drowned half their host. Into the depths they sunk as lead, Who thee and thine oppos'd, They sunk at once; and o'er their head The mighty waters clos'd! Thine own right-hand with power supreme, With glorious dreadful power, In pieces dash'd their ships and them, And bad the gulph devour. In vain the fierce invader swore, "I will lay waste their isle, Pursue them on their native shore, And seize, and part the spoil; Will on the hereticks abhor'd My lust of vengeance cloy, And draw my consecrated sword, And young and old destroy."