God of All Power, and Truth, and Grace (1749)

God of all pow­er

and truth

and grace

Thou hast in­creased the ho­ly seed;

Thou hast in­creased the chos­en race

The souls from sin for ev­er freed.

Thou in Thy saints art glo­ri­fied

Thou hast in them Thine im­age shown;

Shepherdless souls they wan­dered wide

Till called and per­fect made in One.

All we like sheep have gone as­tray

To earth’s re­mot­est bounds re­moved

Till Je­sus showed Him­self the Way

And kind­ly chast­ened whom He loved.

To Thee we in our trou­ble turned

Constrained Thy chas­tise­ments to bear

We then our sin and fol­ly mourned

And poured out all our soul in pray­er.

As wo­men

when their time draws nigh

Cry out in sore dis­tress

and pain

So have we tra­vailed

in Thine eye

And strug­gled to be born again.

In ang­uish

ago­ny

and grief

For years our la­bor­ing souls have been

Nor could we bring our­selves relief

Nor could we save our­selves from sin.

Our toil and strife availed us not

Abortive proved our hope

and vain

For we have no de­liv­er­ance wrought

For yet we were not born again.

The world did not be­fore us fall

We still had not the vic­to­ry

The migh­ty faith that con­quers all

And makes the soul for ev­er free.

But they who sank in self des­pair

Death’s sen­tence in thems­elves re­ceive;

The quick­en­ing Voice div­ine shall hear

And dead with Christ

with Christ

shall live.

The Spir­it that raised Him from the dead

My mor­tal bo­dy shall inspire

Shall raise us all with Christ our head

And hal­low and bap­tize with fire.

Awake and sing

ye souls that dwell

Indignant in the shade of death;

Our Lord

who burst the gates of hell

Shall bear you from the gulf be­neath.

As herbs re­vived by ver­nal dew

Spring from the earth

and flour­ish fair

Ye all shall rise with ver­dure new

And fruit unto per­fect­ion bear.

The hour shall come

the Gos­pel hour

When all that wait

His pow­er shall prove

His re­sur­rect­ion’s glo­ri­ous pow­er

And live the life of faith and love.

They from the death of sin shall rise

Preventing here the ge­ne­ral doom

When Christ the Lord shall bow the skies

And all man­kind to judg­ment come.

The earth shall then cast out its dead

While all who per­ished un­for­giv’n

Horribly lift their guil­ty head

And rise

to be shut out from Heav’n.

“Come

lit­tle flock (My people now

My Is­rael

if thy heart be clean);

Enter into thy cham­ber thou

Exclude the world

the hell of sin.

“Betake thee to the sec­ret place

Safe in My ta­ber­na­cle rest

O hide thee for a lit­tle space

Be shel­tered in thy Sav­ior’s breast.

“Rest

till the storm is all o’er­past

For lo! the Lord from Heav’n shall come

Judgment to ex­ecute at last

And seal the guil­ty sin­ner’s doom.

“The sea shall then its dead re­store

The earth shall then dis­close her blood

Shelter their car­cass­es no more

Or screen them from an ang­ry God.

“Dragged from their graves

they then shall call

On rocks their quick­ened dust t’en­tomb

And bid the burn­ing mount­ains fall

To hide them from the hell to come.

The wrath is come

the curse takes place

The slaves of sin re­ceive their hire

And pun­ished from My glo­ri­ous face

They sink in­to eter­nal fire.