Verse 1
Throughout Jerusalem declare,
In Judah’s land proclaim the woe,
Sound an alarm of instant war,
And point them to th’ invading foe.

Verse 2
Blow ye the trumpet’s loudest blast,
Let all the crowd with horror cry,
“Fly to the forts, with trembling haste,
Before the swift pursuer fly.”

Verse 3
The standard Sion-ward set up,
Ye people all in time retreat,
Fly from the sword, nor dare to stop,
Where war hath fixt its bloody seat.

Verse 4
For I the just, the jealous God,
Will call an evil from the north,
Scatter my dreadful plagues abroad,
And send the swift destruction forth.

Verse 5
The lion from his brake is come,
The waster fierce is on his way,
The powers of persecuting Rome
Are gone[1] forth to kill and slay.

Verse 6
Th’ invader comes with furious haste,
The scourge of heaven’s avenging Lord,
To lay thy land, and cities waste,
And plant his faith with fire and sword.

Verse 7
For this ye sinners howl and cry,
Your broken hearts and voices join,
With sackcloth girt, in ashes lie,
And groan to bear the wrath divine.

Verse 8
The wrath divine doth fiercely burn,
Doth still on all our souls abide,
Nor will he from his anger turn,
Nor will our God be pacified.

Verse 9
Horror shall every heart assail,
And sore distress, and huge dismay,
Prophets and priests and kings shall fail
Astonished in that dreadful day.

[1] Wesley corrected “gone” to “all gone” in second edition.