Wesley Corpus

We, even we, the scourge demand; But in the gap a people stand, Poor, helpless, and unknown, A little flock, a remnant small, Afflicted, and despis'd by all, And lov'd of God alone. Thou to the cry of thine elect, Yet once again hast had respect, And would'st not vengeance take: Thy wrath was ready to consume, When mercy respited our doom For the ten righteous' sake. But is thine anger turn'd aside, Thy justice fully satisfy'd With punishing our foe? Thine arm appears extended still! Which of thine enemies shall feel The next destructive blow? Page 36 We still the bloody harness wear; The weapon of the Lord is bare Against our wickedness: The sword thou didst in vengeance send, O when shall its commission end, And wars forever cease! Saviour of men, thro' whom we live, Do thou the peaceful answer give, While at thy feet we groan: Stop this effusion of our blood, Thou who hast quench'd the wrath of God By pouring out thine own. Repentance upon both bestow, Our foes and us; that each may know Their sins thro' faith forgiven, That all may cordially embrace, And sweetly reconcil'd by grace, Go hand in hand to heaven.