Awake, Jerusalem, Awake (Wesley 1)

Awake

Je­ru­sa­lem

awake

Thou that hast drunk the trem­bling cup

The slum­ber from thy spir­it shake

Beneath thy migh­ty woes stand up.

Thou that hast drunk the dead­ly wine

Of pain

as­ton­ish­ment

and fear

The last sad dregs of wrath di­vine;

Awake

and see thy Sav­ior near.

Of all her sons whom she brought forth

Of all her sons whom Si­on bred

Not one can help her by his worth

Not one can his weak mo­ther lead.

Not one at­tempts with pi­ous care

To guide her in the paths of peace:

Ah! who shall Si­on’s bur­dens bear?

Ah! who shall bid thy suf­fer­ings cease?

Famine and sword have laid thee waste;

Sin

the de­stroy­ing an­gel’s sword

Throughout thy de­so­late land has passed

Joined with a fa­mine of the word.

By whom shall I thy sor­rows cheer?

As a wild bull thy sons lie bound

And strugg­ling in the hunt­er’s snare

Are bel­low­ing thro’ their spir­it’s wound.

Fainting in all the streets they lie

O’erwhelmed be­neath their guil­ty load

Rebuked by Him they dared de­fy

Full of the fu­ry of thy God.

Wherefore to thee the Lord hath said

(Oppressed and drunk with wrath di­vine)

The Lord thy God

who deigns to plead

His peo­ple’s des­per­ate cause

and thine;

“Lo! I thy soul have free­ly loved

I have displayed My mer­cy’s pow­er

The cup out of thy hands re­moved

And thou shalt nev­er taste it more.

“Mine in­dig­na­tion’s dread­ful cup

The por­tion of thy foes shall be

Thy

they shall all the dregs drink up:

The cup of bless­ing is for thee.

“Thee

Si­on

thee: so long com­pelled

To stoop at the op­pressor’s frown

Enslaved by man

and forced to yield

When sin

or Sa­tan

cried ‘Bow down.’

“Poor vas­sal! to re­bel afraid

Thy base­ness bowed to ev­ery lust

As clay thou hast thy bo­dy laid

And mixed thy spir­it with the dust.

“But I

the right­eous Lord

on all

That tread thee down will ven­geance take

My fu­ry on thy sin shall fall

Mine arm an end of sin shall make.

Its be­ing with its pow­er de­stroy

The in­ward stum­bling block re­move

And fill thee with un­fad­ing joy

And crown thee with eter­nal love.