Fill then your measure up

Verse 1
Fill then your measure up,
Ye serpents murtherous brood:
No mercy at your hands we hope,
Who hate th’ incarnate God:
Who hate the righteous poor,
Your edict mild repeal,
And for your wretched souls insure
The hottest place in hell.

Verse 2
When God permits, revive
Your sanguinary laws;
Resisting unto blood, we strive
In our Redeemer’s cause:
Throw down our legal fence
(We know your devilish aims)
Oppress our blacken’d innocence,
And vote us to the flames!

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘Fill ye up then the measure of your fathers. Ye serpents &c.’—[Matt. 23,] v. 32, 33.” This hymn appears in the 1766 manuscript “MS Matthew.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/577, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 3). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in S.T. Kimbrough Jr. and Oliver A. Beckerlegge, eds., The Unpublished Poetry of Charles Wesley, vol. 2 (Nashville: Kingswood Books, 1990), page 41.
Publishing: Public Domain