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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
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A HYMN FOR THE YEAR 1756.
O for the saving fear,
That moved in Noah's breast,
The solemn sense of judgments near,
By Love Divine impress'd,
The dread of ills to come,
Which may an ark prepare
And arm us 'gainst our threatening doom,
With all the powers of prayer!
That moved in Noah's breast,
The solemn sense of judgments near,
By Love Divine impress'd,
The dread of ills to come,
Which may an ark prepare
And arm us 'gainst our threatening doom,
With all the powers of prayer!
The last vindictive times
In pangs all nature owns,
Under the weight of human crimes
The whole creation groans,
The' elements all conspire
To scourge a faithless seed,
And woes, and snares, and storms of fire
Are bursting on their head.
In pangs all nature owns,
Under the weight of human crimes
The whole creation groans,
The' elements all conspire
To scourge a faithless seed,
And woes, and snares, and storms of fire
Are bursting on their head.
Our sin-avenging Lord
Is risen from His place,
To plead His cause by fire and sword,
With the apostate race;
To sweep His foes away,
His gather'd plagues He pours:
And thousands rue the slaughtering day,
And feel the falling towers.
Is risen from His place,
To plead His cause by fire and sword,
With the apostate race;
To sweep His foes away,
His gather'd plagues He pours:
And thousands rue the slaughtering day,
And feel the falling towers.
His hand is lifted up,
And shakes the sounding rod,
The desolated nations droop
Beneath the curse of God:
His judgments undermine
The earth on which we dwell;
It staggers with the stroke Divine,
And opens into hell.
And shakes the sounding rod,
The desolated nations droop
Beneath the curse of God:
His judgments undermine
The earth on which we dwell;
It staggers with the stroke Divine,
And opens into hell.
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He speaks the powerful word,
Which shakes both earth and skies,
And lo! the great abyss is stirr'd,
The treasured waters rise
With strange expansive swell,
They flow, and ebb, and flow,
Fly up to heaven, o'er earth prevail,
And deluge all below.
Which shakes both earth and skies,
And lo! the great abyss is stirr'd,
The treasured waters rise
With strange expansive swell,
They flow, and ebb, and flow,
Fly up to heaven, o'er earth prevail,
And deluge all below.
What ails thee, O thou sea,
To start out of thy bed?
Doth nature's God, displeased at thee,
Impress the sudden dread?
Ye hills and mountains, why
So swift to shift your place?
The Lord descends, the Judge is nigh,
And frowns on human race.
To start out of thy bed?
Doth nature's God, displeased at thee,
Impress the sudden dread?
Ye hills and mountains, why
So swift to shift your place?
The Lord descends, the Judge is nigh,
And frowns on human race.
Who may abide His frown,
Or in His sight appear,
When God with dreadful pomp comes down
To' erect His kingdom here,
The wicked to destroy,
The wickedness remove,
And deck His saints with glorious joy
And crown with endless love!
Or in His sight appear,
When God with dreadful pomp comes down
To' erect His kingdom here,
The wicked to destroy,
The wickedness remove,
And deck His saints with glorious joy
And crown with endless love!
Eternal Judge of all,
Thy people's Advocate,
In faith we for Thy coming call,
And for Thy kingdom wait;
Assume Thy royal power,
And bear our souls away
To sing, and triumph, and adore
Through one eternal day.
Thy people's Advocate,
In faith we for Thy coming call,
And for Thy kingdom wait;
Assume Thy royal power,
And bear our souls away
To sing, and triumph, and adore
Through one eternal day.
| The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | |