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When Oceans roar, or awful Thunders roll, May Thoughts of Thy dread Vengeance shake my Soul! When Earth’s in Bloom, or Planets sweetly 259 shine, Adore, my Heart, the Depths of Love Divine! 260 Through every Scene of Life, in Peace or War, Plenty or Want, Thy Glory be my Care! Shine we in Arms? Or sing beneath our Vine? Thine is the Vintage, and the Conquest Thine: Thy Pleasure points the Shaft, and bends the Bow; The Cluster blasts, or bids it richly flow: 261 ’Tis Thou that lead’st our powerful Armies forth, And giv’st Great Anne thy Sceptre o’er the North. Grant I may ever, at the MorningRray, Open with Prayer the Consecrated Day; Tune thy great Praise, and bid my Soul arise, And with the mounting Sun ascend the Skies: As He advances, let my Zeal improve, And glow with Ardour of consummate love; Nor cease at Eve, but with the setting Sun My endless Worship shall be still begun. … Canst Thou not shake the Center? O control, Subdue by force, the Rebel in my Soul! Thou, who canst still the Raging of the Flood, Restrain the various Tumults of my Blood; Teach me, with equal Firmness, to sustain Alluring Pleasure, and assaulting Pain. O may I pant for Thee in each Desire! And with Strong Faith foment the Holy Fire! Stretch out my Soul in Hope, and grasp the Prize Which in Eternity’s deep Bosom lies! At the Great Day of Recompence behold, Devoid of Fear, the Fatal Book unfold! Then, wafted upward to the blissful Seat, From Age to Age my grateful Song repeat; 259Ori.: “proudly.” 260Ori.: “the Majesty Divine.” 261Ori.: “brightly glow.” 165
My Light, my Life, my God, my Saviour see, And rival Angels in the praise of Thee! […] Ten Thousand Trumpets now at once advance; Now deepest Silence lulls the vast Expanse; So deep the Silence, and so strong the Blast, As Nature Died when she had Groan’d her Last. Nor Man nor Angel moves: the Judge on high Looks round, and with his Glory fills the Sky: Then on the Fatal Book his hand he lays, Which high to view supporting Seraphs raise; In solemn Form the Rituals are prepared, The Seal is broken, and a Froan is heard! … See on the Left, (for by the Great Command The Throng divided falls on either Hand,) How Weak, how Pale, how haggard, how obscene! What more than Death in every Face and Mien! With what Distress, and Glarings of affright, They shock the Heart, and turn away the Sight! In gloomy Orbs their trembling Eye-balls roll, And tell the horrid Secrets of the Soul. Each Gesture mourns, each Look is black with Care, And every groan is loaden with Despair. … Shouldst Thou behold thy Brother, Father, Wife, And all the Soft Companions of thy Life, Whose blended Interests leveled at one Aim, Whose mixt Desires sent up one common Flame, Divided far; Thy wretched self alone Cast on the left, of all whom Thou hast known; How would it wound! What Millions wouldst Thou give For one more Trial, one more day to live? … Drive back the Tide! Suspend a Storm in Air, Restrain 262 the Sun; but still of this despair. 262 Ori.: “Arrest.” 166
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Editorial Introduction: JOHN WESLEY
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