Verse 1
God of all grace and patience, hear
The Few, who still thy Rod revere,
And stoop beneath thy hand;
Hear, and revoke the dreadful word,
Nor let the desolating sword
Go thro’ our guilty land.

Verse 2
In haste their measure to fulfil,
The multitude mature in ill
Mock at destruction nigh,
Thy lingring plagues and judgments dare,
The waste and grievousness of war,
And all thy threats defy.

Verse 3
But chiefly we the Scourge require,
And raise thine indignation higher,
Than all th’ ungodly croud,
We, who have truly call’d Thee Lord,
And heard the reconciling word,
And felt the sprinkled blood.

Verse 4
What are their sins compar’d to ours,
Who tasted once the heavenly powers,
Begotten from above,
But did not in thy grace remain?
Thy grace we have receiv’d in vain,
And spurn’d thy richest love.

Verse 5
Our Guides have left the narrow way,
Regardless of their faith’s decay,
Willing the cross to shun:
Our Guides have lost their single eye,
And sought themselves to magnify,
And not their Lord alone.

Verse 6
Rais’d from the people’s lowest lees,
They blush their Master to confess
By patient poverty;
No longer small in their own eyes,
But each above the rest woud rise,
But each woud greatest be.

Verse 7
Our wine with water mixt, our gold
Is dim, our charity grown cold:
The world that loves its own
No more as hereticks reject,
Or brand us as an odious Sect;
The world and we are One.

Verse 8
How can we ’scape the curse extreme,
Unless we all ourselves condemn,
And to our Smiter turn?
Judgment must at thy house begin,
Unless our aggravated sin
With contrite hearts we mourn.

Verse 9
Saviour, and Prince inthron’d on high,
To Thee, our last resource, we fly,
And sue to be forgiven:
We join our weak desires to Theirs,
Whose prevalent effectual prayers
Can shut, and open heaven.

Verse 10
Since Thou hast left thyself a Seed
Who ceaseless for our Sodom plead
With Abraham’s faith indued,
Answer thy Spirit’s prayer in Them,
And from a double death redeem
The guilty multitude.

Verse 11
Our prayers presenting with thine own,
Our Advocate before the throne
Obtain for us the grace,
Bid a rebellious nation live,
And to the righteous remnant give
Our whole, devoted race.

Verse 12
So will we praise and magnify
The Lord of hosts, the Lord most high,
Our Saviour-Prince above,
Supreme in power and majesty,
And give our hearts intire to Thee
Th’ almighty God of love.