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Ah! Whither Would Ye Fly?
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8930 Meter: 6.6.8.6 D First Line: Ah! Whither would ye fly Lyrics: 1 Ah! Whither would ye fly
To screen your guilty heads?
Danger and death are always nigh,
Where’er a sinner treads:
Impenitent, ye strive
To ’scape with fruitless haste,
Whom earth must swallow up alive,
Or hell receive at last.
2 Tremble, ye Christless crowd,
Whom death and hell pursue,
Strangers, and enemies to God,
Alas! What will ye do?
In vain ye change your place,
If still unchanged your mind,
Or fly to distant climes, unless
Ye leave your sins behind.
3 Your sins for vengeance call,
Your sins the scourge demand,
Your sins have judgment brought on all
The sad polluted land:
Cursed for your only sake
The earth reels to and fro,
And lo! Its deep foundations shake,
And Tophet yawns below.
4 The nations to rebuke,
When God His power displays,
Earth trembles at His threatening look,
And moves, and shifts its place:
Infernal thunders roar,
And speak His kindled ire,
And hills dissolve like wax before
The sin consuming fire.
5 Who can escape the wreck
In that vindictive day?
The mountains at His presence quake,
In fear they flee away;
The rocks He rends and tears,
And violently throws down;
And nature in convulsions bears
The terror of His frown.
6 Strong towers, and massy walls,
From their foundations leap,
The Heav’n invading city falls
Into a ruinous heap;
His destined prey to seize,
Old ocean bursts his chain;
The fountains of the great abyss
Are broken up again.
7 On hell’s apparent brink
Who shall the sinner save?
See cities, men, and kingdoms sink
Into a common grave!
What man the earth survives,
The earth to chaos hurled,
While final ruin fiercely drives
Her ploughshare o’er the world!
8 Does refuge yet remain?
Yes, it shall e’er endure!
A place where peace and safety reign,
And sinners rest secure;
A hidden place above,
Where once the prophet stood,
And saw the majesty of love,
And saw the passing God.
9 Hither, ye worms, come up,
Who from His judgments fly,
And meet Him on the mountain top,
And on His love rely;
Safe in the sacred Rock,
Look down on all beneath,
And at destruction smile, and mock
The pointless darts of death.
10 What though the earth remove,
Believers need not fear,
Hid in the cleft of dying love,
While death and hell are near;
A house believers have
Eternal in the skies,
And find a life beyond the grave,
A life that never dies. Languages: English Tune Title: GÖTTINGEN
Ah! Whither Would Ye Fly?
Was Ever Grief Like Thine?
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11142 Meter: 6.6.8.6 D First Line: Was ever grief like Thine Lyrics: Was ever grief like Thine,
Jesus, Thou man of woe!
The visage and the form divine,
Why were they mangled so?
That man through Thee restored
God’s image might regain,
And by the sorrows of his Lord,
In joy eternal reign. Languages: English Tune Title: GÖTTINGEN
Was Ever Grief Like Thine?
The World, Who Know Not God
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11159 Lyrics: 1 The world, who know not God,
Must hate the men that do,
And live by faith in Jesus’ blood,
And Jesus’ tempers show:
And if the sons of night
Usurp the Christian name,
They still abhor the sons of light,
In every age the same.
2 Their ignorance, we find
The ground of enmity,
That hatred of the carnal mind
Against Thy church and Thee:
But warned by Thee, our Lord,
We suffer all their ill,
Who every day deny Thy Word,
And every day fulfill. Languages: English Tune Title: GÖTTINGEN
The World, Who Know Not God
Get Thee Behind Us, Fiend
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11468 Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 Get thee behind us, fiend,
With all thy baffled art!
The sheep we know Thou canst not rend,
Unless Thou first canst part:
Jesus His ten-fold power
His saints assembled claim:
Tremble, thou fiend, and fly before
Our mighty captain’s name.
2 Thy wisdom from below
Full well we understand;
Disperse, and then our souls o’erthrow,
Divide us, and command:
But Jesus still shall hold
And keep us safe from harms,
Together lodged within His fold,
His everlasting arms.
3 While in our shepherd’s breast
Our helpless souls we hide,
No devils can disturb our rest,
Nor can the world divide:
To build each other up
We now in Jesus join,
And who shall burst the bond, or stop
The intercourse divine?
4 This God hath bid us do,
And man forbids in vain;
Ye never, never can break through
Love’s adamantine chain:
Joined by the Savior’s will,
The same in mind and heart,
Ye may afflict us here, and kill,
But ye can never part.
5 Resolved our Lord t’obey,
In spite of man’s command,
Together in the ancient way
Through His support we stand:
Nor will we hence remove,
Till all triumphant rise
And meet the first-born Church above,
Assembled in the skies. Languages: English Tune Title: GÖTTINGEN
Get Thee Behind Us, Fiend
Evil I Then Must Be
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11681 Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Lyrics: Evil I then must be
Who bring forth evil fruit:
Corrupt the fruit, corrupt the tree,
And most corrupt the root;
Whatever gift or grace
Thou hast on me bestowed,
Lord, I with all my soul confess,
That yet I am not good. Languages: English Tune Title: GÖTTINGEN
Evil I Then Must Be
Ah! Whither Should We Fly?
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12331 Meter: 6.6.8.6 D First Line: Ah! whither should we fly Lyrics: 1 Ah! whither should we fly
In peril and distress,
While all the dogs of war are nigh,
The enemies of peace!
Almighty God of love,
On Thee our souls we cast
Hide Thou our hunted lives above,
And save the land at last.
2 A leopard watches o’er
Our cities night and day,
Prepared with unrelenting power
To spring upon the prey:
The alien armies wait,
Lured by the scent of blood,
As awful ministers of fate,
As thunderbolts of God.
3 Yet if our sin demands,
Its just reward of pain,
O let us fall into the hands
Of God, and not of man:
His tender mercies wound,
Remorseless as the grave;
But pity in Thy wrath is found,
Which only strikes to save.
4 In measure then reprove,
In love Thine own chastise,
But baffle, and far off remove,
Our threatening enemies;
Blast their devices, Lord,
Nor let their counsel stand,
Break Thou the spear, and wrest the sword
Out of the ruffian’s hand.
5 Thyself the men restrain
Who our destruction seek,
So shall they fiercely strive in vain
The secret bar to break:
Their bound they cannot pass,
If God assign their bound,
And Jesus, as a wall of brass,
Our troubled land surround.
6 But our defense is sure,
Whate’er event betide,
Beneath th’Almighty Shade secure
Thy faithful ones abide:
’Till all the tyranny,
Of earth and hell is o’er,
Jesus, Thy mighty name shall be
Our adamantine tower.
7 Tho’ famine, plague, and sword
Hang e’er our sinful land,
The means of swift prevention, Lord,
Are ever in Thine hand:
Or if the curse descend,
By sovereign Love subdued,
The curse shall bless, the ill shall end
In everlasting good. Languages: English Tune Title: GÖTTINGEN
Ah! Whither Should We Fly?
O all-atoning Lamb
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16259 Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Lyrics:
1 O all-atoning Lamb,
O Savior of mankind,
If every soul may in Thy name
With me salvation find;
If Thou hast chosen me,
To testify Thy grace
(That vast unfathomable sea
Which covers all our race):
2 Equip me for the war,
And teach my hands to fight,
My simple upright heart prepare,
And guide my words aright!
Control my every thought,
My whole of self remove;
Let all my works in Thee be wrought,
Let all be wrought in love.
3 O arm me with the mind,
Meek Lamb, that was in Thee,
And let my knowing zeal be joined
To fervent charity:
With calm and tempered zeal
Let me enforce Thy call,
And vindicate Thy gracious will,
Which offers life to all.
4 O! do not let me trust
In any arm but Thine,
Humble, O humble to the dust
This stubborn soul of mine;
Cast all my reeds aside,
Captivate every thought,
And drain me of my strength and pride,
And bring me down to naught.
5 Thou dost not stand in need
Of me to prop Thy cause,
T’assert Thy general grace, or spread
The victory of Thy cross;
A feeble thing of naught
With humble shame I own;
The help which upon Earth is wrought
Thou dost it all alone.
6 Little, and base, and mean,
And vile in mine own eyes,
A lump of misery and sin
At Thy command I rise;
I rise at Thy command,
I answer to Thy call,
A witness of Thy grace I stand,
Thy grace which is for all.
7 O may I love like Thee,
And in Thy footsteps tread!
Thou hatest all iniquity,
But nothing Thou hast made;
O may I learn Thy art
With meekness to reprove,
To hate the sin with all my heart,
But still the sinner love.
8 Increase (if that can be)
The perfect hate I feel
To Satan’s Horrible Decree,
That genuine child of Hell;
Which feigns Thee to pass by
The most of Adam’s race,
And leave them in their blood to die,
Shut out from saving grace.
9 To most, as devils teach,
(Get thee behind me, Fiend!)
To most Thy mercies never reach,
Whose mercies never end:
"Millions of souls Thy will
Delighted to ordain
Inevitable death to feel,
And everlasting pain."
10 In vain Thy written Word
The hellish tale gainsays,
Bids all receive their common Lord,
And offers all Thy grace:
Prophets, apostles join,
And saints and angels call;
And Christ attests the love divine,
That sent Him down for all.
11 Yet still, alas! there are
Who give their God the lie,
The Savior of the world they dare
With all His truths deny;
A monstrous two-fold will
To God the Just they give,
“His secret one ordained to kill,
Whom His declared bids live.
12 "The God of truth commands
All sinners to repent,
And mocks the work of His own hands,
By what He never meant:
Commands them to believe
An unavailing lie,
Him for their Savior to receive,
For them who did not die."
13 Loving to every man,
Of tenderest pity full,
Did God the Good, the Just, ordain
To damn one helpless soul?
"He did! the Just, the Good,"
(Hell answers from beneath)
"Spite of His Word, His oath, He would;
He wills the sinner’s death."
14 Like as a Father feels
His suffering children’s care,
In God such kind compassion dwells,
For all His offspring are:
"He loves His little ones,"
(As Satan speaks) “so well,
To dash their brains against the stones,
And shut them up in Hell.
15 "He gives them damning grace
To raise their torments higher,
And makes His shrieking children pass
To Moloch through the fire;
He doomed their souls to death
From all eternity,"
This is that wisdom from beneath,
That Horrible Decree!
16 My soul it harrows up,
It freezes all my blood,
My tingling ears I fain would stop
Against their hellish god.
Constrained, alas! to hear
His reprobating roar,
And see him horribly appear
All stained with human gore.
17 ’Tis thus, Thou loving Lamb,
Thy creatures picture Thee;
I blush to own my nature’s shame,
That nature is in me;
But let it not remain,
The dire reproach efface;
Arise, O God, Thy truth maintain,
Thy all-redeeming grace.
18 Defend Thy mercy’s cause:
Men have blasphemed their God,
Thrown down the altar of Thy cross,
And trampled on Thy blood;
Thy truth and righteousness
Their impious schemes disprove
And rob Thee of Thy favorite grace;
Thine universal love.
19 Ah! foolish souls, and blind!
If your report be true,
If mercy is not unconfined,
What mercy were for you!
Who all His truth blaspheme,
Who all His grace deny;
Fury, ye worms, is not in Him,
Or He would you pass by.
20 Jesus, forgive the wrong,
But O! Thy foes restrain,
Silence the lewd, opprobrious tongue,
That scourges Thee again:
They put Thee, Lord, to shame,
Again to death pursue;
Yet O forgive them, gentle Lamb,
They know not what they do.
21 Some men of simple heart
The Devil’s tale believe,
Beguiled by the old Serpent’s art,
His saying they receive:
For fear of robbing Thee
They rob Thee of Thy grace,
And (O good God) to prove it free,
Damn almost all the race.
22 Pity their simpleness,
O Savior of mankind,
Scatter the clouds of smoke that press
Their weak, bewildered mind;
The other Gospel chase
To Hell from whence it came;
And let them taste Thy general grace,
And let them know Thy name.
23 O all-redeeming Lord,
Our common friend and head,
Thine everlasting Gospel word
In their behalf we plead!
If they have drank their bane,
Do Thou the death remove,
The venomous thing drive out again
By universal love.
24 Let it not plunge their soul
In all th’extremes of ill,
The fatal mischief, Lord, control,
Nor suffer it to kill;
Thou woudst that none should die,
O bring them back to God;
Thy sovereign antidote apply,
Thine all-atoning blood.
25 Avenge us of our foe,
And crush the Serpent’s head,
Nor longer suffer him to sow
On earth the deadly seed;
The Trampler on Thy grace
Bruise him beneath our feet;
To Hell the old Deceiver chase,
And seal the burning pit.
26 Then shall Thy saints rejoice,
The Song of Moses sing,
With angel choirs lift up their voice,
And praise their heav’nly king.
"Th’Accuser is subdued,
And put to endless shame,
Cast down by the all-cleansing blood
Of the victorious Lamb."
Languages: English Tune Title: GÖTTINGEN
O all-atoning Lamb
O Thou who wouldst not have
Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: Church Book #361 (1890) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O Thou who wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die,
Who diedst Thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery!
Teach me my course to run,
While yet I sojourn here,
That when Thou comest on Thy throne
I may with joy appear.
2 Thou art Thyself the Way,
Thyself in me reveal;
So shall I pass my life's short day
Obedient to Thy will;
So shall I love my God,
Because He first loved me,
And praise Thee in Thy bright abode,
Through all eternity. Topics: The Order of Salvation Repentance; Advent, Second Sunday; Sundays in Lent; Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity; Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Languages: English Tune Title: GÖTTINGEN
O Thou who wouldst not have
Jesus, my Strength, my Hope
Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: Church Book #401 (1890) Lyrics: 1 Jesus, my Strength, my Hope,
On Thee I cast my care;
With humble confidence look up,
And know Thou hear’st my prayer.
Give me on Thee to wait,
Till I can all things do;
On Thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.
2 I want a godly fear,
A quick discerning eye,
That looks to Thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly:
A spirit still prepared,
And armed with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.
3 I want a true regard,
A single, steady aim,
Unmoved by threatening or reward,
To Thee and Thy great Name;
A zealous, just concern
For Thine immortal praise;
A pure desire that all may learn
And glorify Thy grace.
4 I rest upon Thy Word;
Thy promise is for me:
My succor and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from Thee.
But let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove,
Till Thou my patient spirit guide
Into Thy perfect Love. Topics: Easter Season, Sixth Sunday; Sixty Sunday after Trinity Languages: English Tune Title: GÖTTINGEN
Jesus, my Strength, my Hope
Let God, the mighty God
Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: Church Book #498 (1890) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Let God, the mighty God,
The Lord of hosts, arise,
With terror clad, with strength endued,
And rend and bow the skies!
Called down by faithful prayer,
Saviour, appear below,
Thy hand lift up, Thine arm make bare,
And quell Thy people's foe.
2 Our Refuge in distress,
In danger's darkest hour,
Appear as in the ancient days,
With full redeeming power:
That Thy redeemed may sing
In glad triumphant strains,
The Lord is God, the Lord is King,
The Lord for ever reigns!
3 We with our ears have heard,
Our fathers us have told
The work that in their days appeared.
And in the times of old:
With such deliverance bless
Whom Thou hast chose for Thine,
That men and nations may confess
The work is all divine! Topics: National In War Time Languages: English Tune Title: GÖTTINGEN
Let God, the mighty God
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